| Like, like, like
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| All these niggas already
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| TAKENFORGRANTED
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| Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
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| Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
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| Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah,
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| woah
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| I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah,
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| woah
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| I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no
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| Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think
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| the Lord)
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| I never switch up on my niggas, don’t know what I’d do without 'em, huh, huh
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| Niggas, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh,
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| huh
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| Niggas, they talk that gunning shit but we know shooters move in silence, huh,
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| huh
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| I roll with niggas on parole and niggas that’s promoting violence, huh, huh
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| I let the whip get polished while lil momma give a nigga knowledge, huh, huh
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| I never wondered, but I took that work and put inside the college (huh-huh)
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| I’m thinking 'bout coppin' a Mazi truck, in the booth, I run out with a lot of
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| bucks
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| If you ain’t 'bout your bread, you can’t rock with us, pussy nigga, you broke,
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| get your pockets up
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| Haters, they sneak dissing, shots at us, I’m about to just fucking some commas
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| up
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| Shit, I might get my side bitch an Aston Martin, man, I just did a show at the
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| fucking Garden
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| The whip is so hard but the guts is soft, still eat a plate on my auntie porch
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| Coroner promised on the tallest building, niggas swerving a six, yeah,
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| without the ceiling
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| Thirty plus, getting top, that’s an awesome feeling, if he hated before,
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| I do not forgive him
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| Do it all for my dawgs that’s just down in prison, finna be in this 'Rarri just
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| counting chicken
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| Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
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| Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
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| Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah,
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| woah
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| I seen my uncle whip some chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah,
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| woah
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| I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no
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| Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think
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| the Lord)
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| I never switch up on my niggas, don’t know what I’d do without 'em, huh, huh
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| Niggas, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh,
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| huh
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| Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
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| Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
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| Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah,
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| woah
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| I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah,
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| woah |