| I mean, I ain’t fuckin' with no one like that, like heavy, like
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| Know what I mean?
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| Come out and play
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| I still say no nigga
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| I was just playin' with them
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| with me and I can’t myself, so
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| I don’t really feel like
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| I don’t really feel like I need to fuck with, like, niggas like that on that
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| level, you feel me?
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| What?
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| That’s a cap
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| Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh
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| Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh
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| Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh
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| Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh
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| Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh
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| When you see me, better dump it off the rip
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| I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end
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| Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead
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| Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah
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| Over here, yeah, yeah, over here
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| We ain’t shootin' in the air
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| Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah
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| Over here, yeah yeah, over here
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| We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga
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| Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here
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| Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga
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| Where we at? |
| Where we at? |
| Where we is? |
| Where we is?
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| Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga
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| Love and affection, you gon' tell me everything that I’m neglectin'
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| Eat that pussy while I listen, on your IG story in my necklace
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| Choke you till you get breathless, bitch try to play me, in your mentions
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| Keep my gun on me like we Texas, tell you lil' boyfriend don’t get reckless
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| Baby, he should fuck with me, I tote them seeds, I own, no lease
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| I split my pill down into three ways
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| Got a hold of me and talk to me
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| You wanted me, I’m still sneakin' and geekin'
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| Bentley with the ostrich seats, the Dream Mode jeans
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| Adjust my seat, and Rick smoke like he from Cali
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| Nigga I’m a walkin', talkin', poppin' brick
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| Got hand on my dick, got percocets on a off day
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| Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh
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| Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh
|
| Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh
|
| Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh
|
| Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh
|
| When you see me, better dump it off the rip
|
| I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end
|
| Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead
|
| Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah
|
| Over here, yeah, yeah, over here
|
| We ain’t shootin' in the air
|
| Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah
|
| Over here, yeah yeah, over here
|
| We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga
|
| Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here
|
| Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga
|
| Where we at? |
| Where we at? |
| Where we is? |
| Where we is?
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| Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga
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| Yeah, I’m on than a bitch
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| When it rain these niggas get wet
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| I’m that nigga, you don’t miss
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| I’ma drop a baby Phone and name his ass Sprint
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| See me, I’m the Eclipse
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| I’ma give y’all life to be the King, not the Prince
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| I’ma burn in hell for the things that I did
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| You might go to heaven bein' as pussy as you is
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| Tell 'em that you lookin' at a boss not a rookie
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| New teeth, yeah, it’s a look, bae
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| Off that adderall when you booked me
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| I am armed to the teeth like Sasuke
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| When I go to Tampa Bay, you my roomate
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| Fuckin' in the front seat, they ain’t lookin'
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| Hand my nine to you, you know where to put it
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| Yeah, I lied to you, know that brand new bag
|
| Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh
|
| Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh
|
| Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh
|
| Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh
|
| Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh
|
| When you see me, better dump it off the rip
|
| I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end
|
| Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead
|
| Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah
|
| Over here, yeah, yeah, over here
|
| We ain’t shootin' in the air
|
| Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah
|
| Over here, yeah yeah, over here
|
| We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga
|
| Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here
|
| Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga
|
| Where we at? |
| Where we at? |
| Where we is? |
| Where we is?
|
| Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga
|
| SSET, SSET
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| DJ Both Legs in the mix
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| Hi
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| Walkin' on your bitch for the '99 to 2000s
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| I miss the way you touch me
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| shit, DJ Both Legs ready for my mix
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| This is a e-e-e-exclusive
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| I think I might be
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| Grey Honda, move your shit
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| Don’t bump the DJ table
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| I miss fucking you
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| We’re turnin' up, Bold Choice Ballroom, 95 door
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| You touch me
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| Broward County
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| Do you miss me?
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| Walk in on your bitch
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| Mmhmm
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| Do you miss me?
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| Right leg, left leg
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| It’s the real DJ Both Legs
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| I love you too
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| Talk to you later
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| Bye |