| 'Cause I still ride wit it
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| Roll it up, get high wit it
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| On the stand, you lie wit it
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| .40 on me, outside wit it
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| 'Cause I still got love for the streets
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| Cop a gun and glove for the beef
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| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me
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| Out the window like, fuck the police
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| 'Cause I still got love for a b
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| She don’t ever got love for me back
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| Always got a treat, never trick
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| Like no ears in the hat
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| Used to bend that thing over, like no bones in her back
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| B.M. |
| give that thing up, give good head, pull her track
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| Middle finger up, fuck them people
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| Never had a gun that was legal
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| You talkin' tough, but see you run to your people
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| You leaving it in the hands of your people
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| They claiming they don’t really understand
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| Throw that pistol on your hand
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| Yeah, you say a lot, but you ain’t really at the nigga
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| Take your word and off your mans
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| 'Cause I still ride wit it
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| Roll it up, get high wit it
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| On the stand, you lie wit it
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| .40 on me, outside wit it
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| 'Cause I still got love for the streets
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| Cop a gun and glove for the beef
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| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me
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| Out the window like, fuck the police
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| 'Cause I still ride wit it
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| Roll it up, get high wit it
|
| On the stand, you lie wit it
|
| .40 on me, outside wit it
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| 'Cause I still got love for the streets
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| Cop a gun and glove for the beef
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| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me
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| Out the window like, fuck the police
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| I still have a thing for Savannah
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| She knew what we doing, the planner
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| You talk to me but I don’t look at the camera
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| You talk to her but she don’t ever got manners
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| She tell me she do what she like the most
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| I think what she like’s to boast (?)
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| See me everywhere but when you turn around I’m disappearing on you kinda like a
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| ghost
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| And I think all these bitches is trifling
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| Free my cousin, bidding with lifers
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| Fuck em, ?, hoping he come home, last time I seen him when they was in diapers
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| Doing the dash, if I crash, tell my son that I told him it’s crazy,
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| I did it for fun
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| Police behind me, but I’m on probation, if I get violated, I’ll go on the run
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| 'Causes I still ride wit it
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| Roll it up, get high wit it
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| On the stand, you lie wit it
|
| .40 on me, outside wit it
|
| 'Cause I still got love for the streets
|
| Cop a gun and glove for the beef
|
| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me
|
| Out the window like, fuck the police
|
| 'Cause I still ride wit it
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| Roll it up, get high wit it
|
| On the stand, you lie wit it
|
| .40 on me, outside wit it
|
| 'Cause I still got love for the streets
|
| Cop a gun and glove for the beef
|
| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me
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| Out the window like, fuck the police
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| 'Cause I still |