| You be giving that ass away
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| Pop a Perc' and then activate
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| You crack a smile, don’t laugh at me
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| Put it in her face like acne
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| Care a lot about you, but I’d rather say
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| All the shit you did and all the beef
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| Most of my dead out in the streets
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| How the fuck you gon' play with your life?
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| Knowing niggas ain’t right, everything on the 'Gram
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| How the fuck you gonna give out the pack?
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| When you giving it back, don’t put that in your hand
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| You don’t know about them murders, be coming like burgers
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| You reach and get hung like the Klan
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| Trying to run down and you run
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| Never thought to himself next decision to shoot at ya man
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| Fuck having friends, I be cool with them bands
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| Cooling with me, shoot him, give him a tan
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| She never ask for a lot, want to give her a lot
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| Get some money and buy her some land
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| Now she wanna lick me, lick me
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| Put it in her kidney, kidney
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| Lil' cousin, he on, so on
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| Died around July, he gone, that lil' nigga
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| Passed away
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| You be giving that ass away
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| Pop a Perc' and then activate
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| You crack a smile, don’t laugh at me
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| Put it in her face like acne
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| Care a lot about you, but I’d rather say
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| All the shit you did and all the beef
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| Most of my dead out in the streets
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| Feel bad they passed away
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| You be giving that ass away
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| Pop a Perc' and then activate
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| You crack a smile, don’t laugh at me
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| Put it in her face like acne
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| Care a lot about you, but I’d rather say
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| All the shit you did and all the beef
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| Most of my dead out in the streets
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| You had a smooth opportunity
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| Got me, you didn’t know what to do to me
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| You just wanted to fuck, so I just wanted to nut
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| I just thought it’d be better, you doing me
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| Started giving 'em a piece of my mind again
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| Said if I told you sorry, we’d try again
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| But you lied to my face, I had got a new place
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| And you wanted to move
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| Loccing, I didn’t want it, it came with the hood, them lil' niggas, they groove
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| You had slept on me, Actavis, face on the mattress, your life on snooze
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| I’m on the corner, light a candle for 'em
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| My city dangerous, ain’t nobody touring
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| Still go to the grave, put them flowers down
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| He still a king, nigga need a crown, that lil' nigga
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| Passed away
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| You be giving that ass away
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| Pop a Perc' and then activate
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| You crack a smile, don’t laugh at me
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| Put it in her face like acne
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| Care a lot about you, but I’d rather say
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| All the shit you did and all the beef
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| Most of my dead out in the streets
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| Feel bad they passed away
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| You be giving that ass away
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| Pop a Perc' and then activate
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| You crack a smile, don’t laugh at me
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| Put it in her face like acne
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| Care a lot about you, but I’d rather say
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| All the shit you did and all the beef
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| Most of my dead out in the streets
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| Baow
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| I swear niggas don’t be understanding me though
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| That lil' nigga passed away
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| You be giving that ass away
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| Pop a Perc' and then activate
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| Crack a smile, don’t laugh at me
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| Put it in her face like acne
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| Care a lot about you, but I’d rather say
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| All the shit you did, hold on
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| So when a nigga die
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| Hold that pussy for a little bit
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| Nigga need a Lauren London, nigga look down like
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| You givin' that pussy away already?
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| I just died, hahaha, baow
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh |