| Young Thug, taking over the club
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| Every month I’m on new dubs, they think I sell drugs
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| Cause I flip the newest whips, and strip the baddest dips
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| I be in they lips and hips, without tricking my chips
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| You old dudes, tricking off your cash
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| To experience some old ass, that I had in the past
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| Like a pimp I smash and dash, I conquer my task
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| She was bad before I hit, but now the bitch is trash
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| I don’t like to play house, I don’t like to play spouse
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| I been there and done that boo, that shit played out
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| Honestly I feel like, all women are freaks
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| And who you know under 40, that don’t cheat
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| So save the bullshit, and just let a nigga hit
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| I send you home to your man, smelling like dick
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| I send you home to your man, nut on your outfit
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| You better think quick, or get kicked out bitch
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| As we proceed…
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| You fucking with Killa, these bullets’ll hit your tissue
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| Like Sports Illustrated, you’ll get your issue
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| When the mack flash your ass, or get your picture
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| Put on an obituary, and your click will miss ya
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| Motherfucker I’m Killa, Kyleon when I clutch the Glock
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| Your ass and your elbows, finna touch the block
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| Hide your cash your elbows, you better tuck your rocks
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| I’m sorta like Deebo, when I touch the block
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| When I bust the shots, it look like the jaws of life
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| Cause I’ll open up your chest, and have you scarred for life
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| I’m killing niggas with the flow, because the bars I write
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| The bars I write, might put me behind bars for life
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| Murder he spoke, all because of this murder he wrote
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| Keep murdering folks, everytime it’s a murder provoked
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| This killer ain’t the only thing, that a murder smoke
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| So try to test me if you want, and I’ll murder you folk
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| I’m Kyleon, nope I’m not Adran’s brother
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| I’m a Boss Hogg Outlaw, I rap cadran’s brother
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| And the flow that I spit, is so amazing brother
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| You can’t reach me on the phone, well try paging me brother
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| Got niggas that’s with us, that play for the bro’s
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| Got pimps with us, that play with the hoes
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| Rayface pull out the low, so we can play with the fo’s
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| All you hoes get naked, do away with your clothes Killa |