| Hit the bitch
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| I know you feel special
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| Look me in the eyes, I ain’t ever lie
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| Real killa bees, Wu-Tang 'bout this West Side
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| Dominate, make a bitch woosah, head nod
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| Never been fake, gettin' pussy on the red dot
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| Red dots, pointin' at the bullseye
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| Lookin' at moi, it’s a thin line
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| Got Bobby Brown for a widow, Superman high
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| Who gon' contest I? |
| Light up the Jedi
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| Came with the booty and some caine, purple on the dank
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| Drippin' my new paint, days, 50 days
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| Yes I’ll be late, I need dollars andale-le-le
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| Andale, all white, Lana Del Rey
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| Video games, fuckin', my life, gotta love it
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| Nothin' above it
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| Angels and Rolex, a ho fast in public
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| I don’t shop at Publix
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| Pussy with chopsticks, I dug it, I dug it
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| I’m sober until 10
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| If she open, I lock it and post bail
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| I’ma need the helipad when I land
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| If it’s not there, we back to the crib
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| That Maybach my limo
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| So you wanna bang, my nigga?
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| Got a piece that’ll bang, my nigga
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| Let’s bang, my nigga
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| When I finish, take all your bitches
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| Now she tellin' me all your business
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| I hit the bitch with the wham
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| Wham, wham
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| Pose like that, just like that
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| Just like that
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| That bitch give me wham
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| Wham, wham
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| Tattooed that, bring that shit
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| Pose like that
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| That bitch give me wham
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| Wham, fuck up the bed
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| Hole in her neck from the fangs
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| Pressure and pain, adjust the brains
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| Rove to the Lamb', my engine the same
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| Asylum restrained, this ain’t for playin'
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| Put on the mask, now I’m Zoro on the dash
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| They don’t make 'em like this anymore, goddamn
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| I’m pullin' up, you would think my first name Dan
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| Niggas like damn, load up the pain, no blanks
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| Got hate, do a stain, pallbearer liftin' dead weight
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| How much you weigh?
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| On a scale… …to 98
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| Keep it one hundred with me like sand on the beach
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| Need a freak of the week
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| That’s her sister Anise, keep it G
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| On some real shit, niggas can’t fuck with me
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| They can’t fuck with me
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| Wham, wham, more than a man
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| Who got the keys to the Lamb'
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| Pussy and cash, hundreds and ass
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| Pulled out my stash, niggas got mad
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| Mad, damn, drunk when I land
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| Fresh off the plan, T-Raw the ram, ram
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| Look me in the eyes, I ain’t ever lie
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| I hit the bitch with the wham
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| Wham, wham
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| Pose like that, just like that
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| Just like that
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| That bitch give me wham
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| Wham, wham
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| Tattooed that, bring that shit
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| Pose like that
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| That bitch give me wham
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| Wham, wham
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| Pose like that, just like that
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| Just like that
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| That bitch give me wham
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| Wham, wham
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| Tattooed that, bring that shit
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| Pose like that
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| That bitch give me wham
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| (Wham)
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| You now listenin' to the sounds of T-Y-G, if you don’t like what you hear,
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| sit back and shut the fuck up. |
| Oh yeah, and have a nice day |