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How y'all doin' out there? |
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I wanna welcome y'all back |
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Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? |
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KillaWe did it again, y'all fuck wit us |
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Suck a dick man, aiyyo |
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Jones, what's good? |
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Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? |
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Aiyyo I got my man |
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Kay Slay up in the house |
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Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? |
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You know how we get down, |
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East side, |
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El BarrioEl barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo |
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KayThis bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now |
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Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man |
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Yo sonWhat's good? |
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I gotta tell you like my dog told me |
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When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her |
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Slap her?Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her |
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Off the bat? |
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Off the bat, just backhand |
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Why's that, though?' |
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Cause later on down the line |
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You ain't never gotsta to worry about |
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That chick telling you"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to" |
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That's what |
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I'm sayin' nigga |
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But see the thing is with me |
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I don't understand how a bitch could go out |
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Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever |
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And then go give another nigga her fucking money |
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Knaw I mean? |
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Nah cam, you gotta understand |
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That's cause ya game is tight |
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Oh no, nah, not me |
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Ka', I'm talking about another nigga |
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I know my game is tight, nigga, know |
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I mean?We getting ready set this shit the fuck off |
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Jones, where we at, huh? |
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Harlem, harlem, harlem |
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Yo, yo, I advise you to step son |
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For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son |
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Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause |
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The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say |
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Y'all fuck around with brother |
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NumsayY'all gonna see doomsday |
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I'm a savage but colder |
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Now I rock karrots that |
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I'm olderSee this parrot on my shoulder? |
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He do the talking, |
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I ain't concerned with words |
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Act up and be returned to the birds |
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I return with them birds, any 28 grams |
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A bitch that |
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I touch, pretty much turns to birds |
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I be in Miami, |
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Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms |
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Hauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn |
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Using a dope then |
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I'm gone back |
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Cobacabana, no joke |
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I'm bananas |
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Cops come for dope, it's a damper |
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I'm low in |
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Atlanta, get hot, go to |
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SavanaRush the crib, go in the hampter |
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Don't follow me, |
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StanaIf you do, |
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I'm blowin' the hammer |
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That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart |
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I ain't finished, that's just the start |
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You'll be calling for back up, praying for help |
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Fuck my life, |
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I'm taking myself |
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All the achin' |
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I feltIn my crib at night, praying for wealth |
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Bitches dissin', "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'" |
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Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' |
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Yo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man |
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Let's get down to business, harlem |
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Okay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga |
