| I got what you want and I got, I got what you need
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| I got what you want and I got, I got what you need
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| I got what you want
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| And I know you workin' long nights
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| Just to keep the belly full and have your mind right
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| I admire your drive, you crash this Audi truck we both dying (Rah, rah)
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| Feeding tube for all my opps, so they got they jaws wired (Yuh)
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| Baby mama hogtied, for real
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| I bet that you thought I’d never let you down, I told you
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| F-fuck you every hour, pick the flowers heed my warning (Come 'ere)
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| I’ma lay you down, don’t make a sound drown in my water (Shh)
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| Fill me up with doubt, you look around, come in the morning
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| I just met the Devil in Atlanta, Georgia (Yeah)
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| In a hotel room with a tape recorder (Yeah)
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| We shot a music video that we both starred in (Yeah)
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| Read over offers to be the ones to solve each others problems, for real
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| Talk to 2 Phone like a 3 way call girl (Brr, brr)
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| And your friend said she like my fit last time, call your homegirl (Swear)
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| You deserve a 150 roses like a outcall (Facts)
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| Head in the office, secretary be the fly child (Yuh)
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| Back to the trap, back to the city, back to the—
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| Back to the trap, back to the city, back to the— (Sset, Sset, Sset, Sset, Sset,
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| Sset)
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| Back to the trap, back to the city, back to the—
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| Back to the trap, goin' back to the city, back to the— (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
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| Turn your back on that nigga, back on these nigga’s backs, down like (Yuh)
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| Back to the business, count up all my bitches, keep (Sset, Sset)
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| Count like I’m on the Sizzurp, got my words sl-iz-urred, count, count up (Wak,
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| wak, wak, wak, dah, dah, dah, dah)
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| Count up all the digits, count up Montecristo, count (Dah, dah, rah, rah, rah,
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| rah)
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| Go to see my 22 inch Brazilian (-ish, -ish)
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| My IG videos like Tarzan in the box office (-ice, -ice)
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| Was on a vine before you could even get 5 seconds (-onds, -onds)
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| Had to open book for rap, like a found a presence (-sence, -sence)
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| I was waitin' to refine way before that (Yuh)
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| If a nigga shoot once, we blow back (Bap)
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| Can’t eat your pussy, ain’t on that
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| Yeah, I know my worth, and you worthless
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| I walk around town where the birds at
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| She ain’t a real bad thot, I swerve that
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| She smell like Chic Cologne, but she curve it
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| Prescription Cartier, she nerdy, brains
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| Chopper gonna sing, I serve all the fangs, bone marrow
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| Fly a murder scene, call that EMT, don’t play wit' em
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| My trigger finger got a ring, coworkers want Griffith, big
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| Femto work out all your kinks, and I’m on the brink like Disney Channel (Rah,
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| rah)
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| Guns and butter, yeah, yeah, that’s all that matter
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck your mother, did I, did I, did I stutter?
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| Yeah, yeah, fifty thousand, (Rah rah) Porsche carbon fiber (Rah, rah)
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| Need a fast car, (Rawr) and your bitch the driver
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| Back to the trap, back to the city, back to the—
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| Back to the trap, back to the city, back to the—
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| Back to the trap, back to the city, back to the—
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| Back to the trap, goin' back to the city, back to the—
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| Back on that nigga, back on these nigga’s backs, down like
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| Back to the business, count up all my bitches, keep
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| Count like I’m on the Sizzurp, got my words sl-iz-urred, count, count up
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| Count up all the digits, count up Montecristo, count, Griffith |