This is music for the youngins.
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All I see is fuck-bitches, all I hear is fuck-bitches.
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These fuck-bitches (word word word)
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Foreal doe (c'mon, they don't really do shit)
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Why the fuck are you speakin' then? (real shit)
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I'm tired of this shit.
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This is music for the youngins
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That's the kids who's thuggin'
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Never catch me lovin'
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Always keep it fuckin'
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My ninjas stay murkin'
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416 lurkin'
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Young goddess ain't hurtin' with my team money conversin'
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Hold it, I'm frozen with the burner
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Color, golden
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Check the cocaine, it's so potent
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No Jokin'
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G shit
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I got a dream and Ima reach it
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You fuck-bitches broke, why you speakin'?
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Fuck it
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Who needs love if a bitch fuckin' bossin'?
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So think again, you don't want no fuckin' problems
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Bitch I'm winnin', still I got like hella shit to prove
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With my goonies and these niggas ain't got shit to lose
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So pick and choose
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Decide your fate
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Or if I catch you at my show, homie fix your face
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Or get a taste
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She get replaced
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I got the 'tooly in my jays and she outta place
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Bitch, Last Kings, First Queen
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Keep It G (Freestyle)
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| Honey Cocaine |
