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Yeah |
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This N****s wants no problem |
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Cus when I roll up with my jiggas |
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They be pocket watching |
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Like I didn't really see them Yeah! |
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Do you know I can see yah |
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These pagans ain't on it |
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Instead focus on your life |
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And stop watching |
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Talking about a next man |
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Hey, stop acting |
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Like a waste man, Oh No |
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These Niggas are Kevin Hart funny |
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Round here we tryna |
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Make this Arab money |
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Is it cus we popping |
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& getting all the honeys? |
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Is that why you want |
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To kill yourself! Eh yah |
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I'm plotting I'm plotting |
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I'm sowing my seed and I'm buzzing |
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So stop it, allow it |
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Don't wanna see my jiggas bussing |
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No No No, they didn't |
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Wanna help us with no promo |
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Now they wanna know |
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Us cus we getting doh Oh Oh |
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But little do they know O O |
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Only fam, can't come through |
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And chill with man |
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Real Niggas with me |
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& they will bang ang ang |
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You better mind yourself! |
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First, comes the money |
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The problem I got the power |
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Plotting and shotting |
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I got it up in my trousers |
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They don't want no problem |
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I turn up within the hour |
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Covering my head |
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Like I just came out the shower |
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Done years that I can't get back |
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Learn to value what you got including |
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Your head back, you get that |
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All my N****s letting |
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The skengs bang in jet black |
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Got real hammers like West Ham |
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They end man (Pow) |
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Pick & choose |
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I'll rather flip food |
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But if you got a problem |
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Home visit, I can visit you |
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I supply machines |
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For my little youths |
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They running through a brick |
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Or two Serving on the corner |
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Looking like a p********e |
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When you locked up, remember |
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Who forgot you |
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And when they try holla back |
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Straight **** you |
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Pocket watching Niggas |
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Stick up in your lane |
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You ain did the shit I did |
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Me & you are not the sam |
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No No No |
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They didn't wanna |
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Help us with no promo |
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Now they wanna know |
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Us cus we getting doh Oh Oh |
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But little do they know O O |
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Only fam, can't come |
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Through and chill with man |
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Real Niggas with me |
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& they will bang ang ang |
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You better mind yourself! |
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[Verse 3: D Blanco] |
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Money money paper |
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Boom bye to a hater (Boom Bye) |
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Bring it out like Luckey |
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With his lightsaber |
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Gunning like a skater now |
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They want to show love |
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But, this love can't get any faker |
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They baffed cus I make bread |
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& I still risk it all |
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Just the other day |
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Heard man crying on the call |
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Been making bread |
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& I didn't finish school |
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Investments overseas |
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You man are still |
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Thinking this is small |
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You don't wanna know me |
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Then keep it that way |
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Feds asks me names |
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I ain't got the answers like Sway |
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Ask me why I'm blessed? |
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Because I pray |
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Nothing came new |
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Been jumping out broad day |
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They got majority |
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Of my dargs' in the can |
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But money affi make |
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Cus getting rich is the plan |
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You man are selling dreams |
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Only rich on the gram |
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Flew out for a week |
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Had to work for my tan, P***y |
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No No No |
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They didn't wanna |
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Help us with no promo |
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Now they wanna know us |
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Cus we getting doh Oh Oh |
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But little do they know O O |
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Only fam, can't come |
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Through and chill with man |
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Real Niggas with me |
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& they will bang ang ang |
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You better mind yourself! |