| I have you gone disappear like some magic
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| You want some bitches, I just want a Patek
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| Rotten the gang, the whole team problematic
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| These rappers pussy, they scary, dramatic
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| And that bitch an addict, suck dick, she fanatic
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| She took the dick like a damn acrobatic
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| Rotstar my lifestyle, my life cinematic
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| This shit get deep like my team or a pussy
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| I get way too nervous if you acting pushy
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| So I got the Glock just in case you try cook me
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| I don’t need security if you gon' book me
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| He said he hard, so let’s go head and test it
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| «Am I gonna die today?» |
| Yeah bitch you guessed it
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| Cause if I don’t wipe you, you gon' start confessing
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| And I’m gon' be hiding from 12 fucking stressing
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| I got some Palace on, this ain’t Adidas
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| And it’s like five million dollars for a feature
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| I just spent some racks on some Burberry sneakers and fucked your bitch’s mouth,
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| yeah that bitch is an eater
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| You better pipe down, yeah humble your act
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| And I know y’all off NyQuil, that shit ain’t no Act
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| All these rappers they talking but don’t ever act
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| If you post where you at, I’ll pull up with a heater
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| Uh, you be bout yours, I’m bout mine (ayy)
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| You in your box, I’m out mine, uh
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| Swerzie up next, bout time (ay)
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| Who made the beat? |
| Downtime!
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| I need my fade, run that (look look!)
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| If you pull up, gun that!
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| Taking y’all out where the fun at
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| You ain’t on shit, ain’t on nun of that
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| In the booth every holiday
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| Woke up rich like «how I’ma go ball today?»
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| Followers like «What has he went bought today?»
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| «Is you Rotten or not?» |
| All the way! |
| (Bitch!)
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| I done made so much noise hear a block away
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| You not spending for real, put that band away
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| And you not hot at all, put that fan away
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| He seen I’m in his town and went ran away, bitch! |