[Hook: Neef]
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With or without
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This with or without
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This with or without
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It's with or without
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With or without
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With or without
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With or without
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It's with or without
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I'm getting money, fucking bitches
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It all spend, so what's the difference?
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Cocaine money, rap money
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You can get a sixteen or get a pack from me
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[Verse 1: Neef]
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These niggas talking bout money
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Got thirty bands on me right now
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Copperheads in that four pound
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Make you and your young boys pipe down
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These niggas talking bout bitches
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Baby moms I've been around
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From South Philly back to Nicetown
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You new niggas, y'all all clowns
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Indirecting on Twitter
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Social network niggas
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Instagraming your clothes
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I swear y'all worse than hoes
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I'm good on the green, I'm good on the soft
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Sent the money off and I took a loss
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Either they ain't send it or it ain't make it
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It's all good, I'm still chasing
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Down the reef on South Street
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Eating Rasta Pasta, drinking rum punch
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Sitting across from a bad bitch
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Face and her body ain't average
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Don't talk to me about views
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Don't talk to me about women
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How in the hell we got the same Benz
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When my seats up when I'm bending?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Neef]
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I take seven out the dot and it's still locked
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New Guccis, they skytop
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Smoke green, match the True Religion
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New line got me in position
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Fuck these niggas, fuck these hoes
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Wore the shit once, but I love my clothes
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Got a Hublot that's rose-gold
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Cartier that's bust down
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They ain't ordered at Niketown
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You can get served, nigga, right now
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My strip hop and my jack pop
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Broomstick clip, don't get mopped
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[Freeway]
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We been getting money, don't shit stop
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We don't care, don't shit pop
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We been doing it, but you afraid to say it
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I be parlaying at your bitch spot
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Cooking your grub, give me good top
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Clean up her cum with your mop
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I got the footage, she fiend for the di-dick
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And that's why we did it on your couch
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You are not invited to the house party at your house
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Me and Neef real, deal or no deal
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We always bring them whores out
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Freeway]
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My beard big, my cars is pretty
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No spouse, house out the city
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Every day, I see broads and titties
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These broke-ass niggas spitting bars for pennies
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We eating like we should, good and plenty
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Black Santa, I'm good with chimneys
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I smoke y'all niggas then provoke y'all niggas and
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Hope y'all niggas try to rep y'all city
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Grey six fifty, white seven sixty
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Black five fifty, jewels trap star heavy
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Going for you gun, but we strapped already
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You laying on the ground cause you cuffed already
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Got dropped from the label but we back already
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Sad for the fact niggas tracked already
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Got busted one time and you cracked already
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Can't take it back, you a rat already
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I swear motherfuckers better back off
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Jim Duggan motherfuckers with a hacksaw
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We thug motherfuckers but we look good
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We hard but they love it when the hat's soft
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Flow raw like fucking with the hat off
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Flow sick like fucking with a AIDS bitch
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More shit up, young grenade stick
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Got a brick started with an eight-ball, yeah
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[Hook]
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With Or Without You
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