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One in the head, I already cocked it
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Cardi, with the Glock
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And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
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All this money that Im gettin make a nigga slaughter your main
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When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not
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Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
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Yall niggas aint in the streets , yall niggas is industry
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From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate
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Will you buy any tape,
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I bought a Benz
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I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
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Im the murder man , Uzi man
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On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
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Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on
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Five bands, I’m at the rex
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Bitch I freestyle, I don’t write shit
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I just cooked a whole brick
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Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin anything
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Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
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I swear Im in safe mode now
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Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
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I done grew up in the whole atlanta really
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Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
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Oh for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!
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Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.
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Feel like Im the greatest rapper came out the South
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You have deserved nobly of your country, and you
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We dont type on keyboards, we shoot choppas
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Metro in this bitch, you know he put that funk in it
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You are transported by calamity
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Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
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Star on my Nike, today
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This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore
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Now ah potna scoring
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A savour that may strike the dullest nostril
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Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
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Humble nigga, but I like to tote that four five
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I got all my chains on, I got all my chains
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He must, and will
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Than your good words. But who comes here?
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Yes. Has he affections in him,
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I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
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Cry lost, and so good night!
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Margaret.
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Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy
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ChopStars, yeah
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What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!
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His coming hither hath no further scope
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Hit that ho until 4 in the mornin
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Got a crash course in passports, and flying bitches through airports
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Then I find his body by 3 Mississippi
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Fuck nigga please
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These facts, lil nigga, Im the truth
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We not gon play round with a bitch, ya dig
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Main bitch fuckin my partner
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Aim it at your temple , shooters behind me driving in a rental
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Had them killers on your step like DoorDash
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of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding,
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Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
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Fra 70 nord til Slettebakken
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Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
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Always talk to myself cause its only us
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Might jeopardize my checks
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Ima sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
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Cross the fam, I put a bag on his ?
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Them cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned
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Used to be my nigga, but you changed up dog
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Im a sav, but I fuck her to a slow so—
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Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither;
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You better watch where you stepping
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Would you still love me?
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You play with the gang, youll get slaughtered
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For what before it was.
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Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
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I got young niggas that pull up, theyll smash, nigga
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That come before the swallow dares, and take
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that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?
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Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
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61, man, a nigga need some leg room
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Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
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808 the motherfuckin Mafia, nigga
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VVSs all on my wrist, my nigga, white stones just to match my chain
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Four o Glock, yeah
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Niggas snitchin, I put ten on a Aston
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Catch a nigga ridin down College
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favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the
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I Still Dont Trust These Bitches
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Im from the five, middle finger, Zone 6
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And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
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Yall niggas rats like Mickey
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That were the cause of my imprisonment.
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His curses, then from bitterness of soul
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Then she let go and get to twerking
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For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
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Then I degraded you from being king,
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I need a rari, and a Lambo
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All I hang around is bad guys
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Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
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These niggas funny like Dave Chappelle
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Fuck it, spin again while they grieve
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