| Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick
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| It got a nigga this far
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| Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
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| But be clear
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| I just pulled up to TD in i8
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| We all getting money, then why hate?
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| Smoove hesi' the renty, like why wait?
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| We the hottest in the tri-state
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| My niggas gon' raise up the crime rate
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| If you try to play with me
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| So don’t play with me, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Pull up to the party, guess what we in?
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| «Who comin' in?» |
| I’m like, «All of us»
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| I’m from a town where we pour the Henny in double cups
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| It’s enough Henny for all of us
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| We getting money, we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi, designer stuff
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| Just pulled twenty K, I’ve been getting my way
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| Top down in the Wraith, baddie giving me face
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| AP from a touch down, I just pulled from a Chase
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| Shout out my lawyer, he just beat my case
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| Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick
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| It got a nigga this far
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| Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
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| But be clear
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| Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith
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| I ain’t jackin' a lot of you niggas
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| Got the ice on my neck, call me Bobby Boucher
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| Reach and I pull the trigger
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| I don’t care who fake, I fuck with the real
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| I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
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| Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith
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| I ain’t jackin' a lot of you niggas
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| Got the ice on my neck, call me Bobby Boucher
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| Reach and I pull the trigger
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| I don’t care who fake, I fuck with the real
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| I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
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| Long nights in the trap, it got a nigga sick
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| It got a nigga this far
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| Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
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| But be clear |