[screwed up:]
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They talkin big baby
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They they talkin big baby
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They talkin big baby
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They they talkin big baby
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[Chorus:]
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They don't wanna play
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They don't wanna play
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They don't they don't they don't wanna play
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They don't wanna play they talkin big baby
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They don't wanna play
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They don't wanna play
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They don't wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way
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[Verse 1:]
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Say u a killa killa
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Say u bout that skrilla skrilla
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Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat)
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Jus might get fill up fill up
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Mr. Potatoe Head
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U gone make me kill this nigga
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U claimin yo flow is sick?
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Yea well mine is illa illa
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Catch me in that dirty dirty
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Feed up in that villa villa
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So live I'm the 05 thrilla in manilla
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Come thru with the triple village
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Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin
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Nigga I'm about my bread!!!!
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My flow is yo ceilin ceilin
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Nigga pop off
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Finna get popped my word is booooorn
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Wanna shoot the head up
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Meet me in the ring lets go it's ooooon
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Ain't affraid wut u niggas got to offa
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Got killas in the mit that'll off ya
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Yawl niggas ain't on the same level
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Pull up pull off in the vocsha
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One day in my life it el cost ya
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Look away look back I lost ya
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I ain't a killa main
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But I will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter
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You meet me by the creek by the crawler
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I'm the on sippin weight cruch the balla
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You niggas is hustlin backwards
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(they talkin big baby)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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I tried to told em not to act up
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But he didnt listen
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Now his colla bone and rib cage
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Out of position
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I'ma big dude
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Trapped in a lil nigga body nigga
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I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party
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He ain't see shit all he seen is a shottie
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Next he seen jesus
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Pick up the putisis
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I'm the shit mattafact in shiesest
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Don't make me show u wut a beast is
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Nigga get on ya grind stoop ya
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Slackin on ya day to day
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U know wut time it is and I ain't flava flave
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But ima new york nigga spittin razor blades
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Ill leave u hurt like u label paid
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U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today
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So get the fuck up out of trill niggas way
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Man I will lean u like a kick stand
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Rock u like a wristband
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Cut chu then I switch hands
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(they they talkin big baby)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Now all u pussy niggas
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Fuck boys snitches and hoes
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Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does
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Represent for pop trunkers
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Wit the trues and the voes
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Chunkin deuces out the roof fuckin up the side shows
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From the pros to begginners
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L 7's to the winners
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Southern course steakas
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To the chicken dinnas
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And grind all the binnas
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And need to get it out
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Find a tight trap
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And then I said it out
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Bet cha bout them dolla
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On the best cause I'm back
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I'm the true and certified who resieded pimpin back
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Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh
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Young jeezy the snow man
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But I pack is the best
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So wen u see the 8 and the A
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Put the hatin away
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Joey is back and we been waitin to play
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Trigga finga waitin to spray
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Leavin ya punchured
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And u ont wanna see any trill niggas at a conjuction
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(they talkin big baby)
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[chorus]
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They Don't Wanna Play
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