| Zaytoven
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
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| Tell that boy with all dissin' that we strapped up with them choppers
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| Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
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| The neighbors, they don’t like me, they found out I fucked they daughter
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| The police know I’m servin', every day, they beat the block up
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| I’m in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
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| And I’m in love with servin' fiends, anything to get a dollar
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| And I’m in love with Mike Amiri, plus the snake up on my collar
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| And I’m in love with Russian Cream, pussy boy, go smoke some Flakka
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| I fell in love with that beam that sit on that yoppa, yeah
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| I had your bitch down on her knees, after that I had to block her
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| 'Cause that lil' ho a stalker, I can’t lie, that head so awesome
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| But her pussy been awful, oh, goddamn, I’m drippin' agua, hah
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| That boy so slime
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| Slidin' just like a car, boy, we gon' roll that dope up
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| Walk inside the mall and buy Christian D with the Dolce
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| We been sipped a whole lot of lean, we pourin' fours up
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| Tell that boy with all dissin' that that we strapped up with them choppers
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| Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
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| The neighbors, they don’t like me, they found out I fucked they daughter
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| The police know I’m servin', every day, they beat the block up
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| I’m in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
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| And I’m in love with servin' fiends, anything to get a dollar
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| And I’m in love with Mike Amiri, plus the snake up on my collar (Quando Rondo)
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| And I’m in love with Russian Cream, pussy boy, go smoke some Flakka (Young Jefe,
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| holmes)
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| Yeah, what’s goody? | 
| (What's goody?)
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| I got on my hoodie, but bitch, I’m not Boogie (No, no)
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| I’m just Glizzy Glizzy with that motherfuckin' fully (Glizzy Glizzy, 30)
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| These niggas gettin' offended, well they motherfuckin' should be
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| No, you are not a stepper, you’s a fuckboy (Boy)
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| You know that’s not your bitch, she suck me up boy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| I’m a boss, so you can go kill that noise
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| Take you off (Young Jefe), and make your shooters my employees
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| Tell that boy with all dissin' that that we strapped up with them choppers
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| Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
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| The neighbors, they don’t like me, they found out I fucked they daughter
 | 
| The police know I’m servin', every day, they beat the block up
 | 
| I’m in love with Billie Jean, pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
 | 
| And I’m in love with servin' fiends, anything to get a dollar
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| And I’m in love with Mike Amiri, plus the snake up on my collar
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| And I’m in love with Russian Cream, pussy boy, go smoke some Flakka |