| Schyeah |
| Schyeah |
| Schyeah |
| Damn |
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| Same bitch, same key all week |
| Life's crazy, scary |
| Oh, she bad, oh you see it |
| Michael Jackson, bitty B |
| Seventeen on my jeans |
| Had the .9 on me |
| Don't fall for the bust |
| If you clean, then you rock |
| Shake sea, shake 'em off |
| Cut on me, cut him off |
| Schyeah |
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| Why're you starin'? |
| Too many chains, yeah, like a olympian |
| Too many chains, yeah, like a olympian |
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| Sick kick (Uh), sick bitch (Uh) |
| Re-rockin', I'm sick again |
| I got ten cars in the traffic out with Ludacris |
| I feel her spillin' on my body, tryna do a bitch |
| These niggas can't stop, baby, this shit don't fit |
| I might go play wit' my dreads, go put on my Timbs |
| I might just empty my chamber, re-load the clips |
| With the gang, oh yeah, we on the flip |
| Double R, fire, oh yeah, don't set trips |
| What? Pretty |
| She on the go-go-go, trip, uh-huh |
| Pop another pill, field trip, uh-huh |
| Feel like I was born rich, uh huh, just like Ricky, yeah, uh-huh |
| Still opp' took like fifty, uh |
| Shots out that bitch, yeah, Riverdale, uh-huh |
| Shots out that bitch, yeah, Riverdale, uh-huh |
| Schyeah |
| Shots, I break the scale, uh-huh |
| Shots, I miss, she come break her heels |
| Catch your ass, I catch your tail |
| Catch the nigga, got a lot to tell, schyeah |
| Shot out |
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| Schyeah |
| Schyeah |
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