walk up to yo house knock on yo door an blow yo ass off
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pop it off pop it off bitch i got a sawed off
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i cant not stop i keep on busting my gun
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i cant be seeing myself stop until the feeling of calm
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this ain't no sitcom ,yo income
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fool i have you seeing
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mask on my face so no idenity they seeing
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the enemies me and the six triple triple six
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picture beeing face to face wit the forty bitch
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one gee of that cash flow try to escape got to charge a hoe
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44 in the middle bitch your life is said
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imma fucking let this ruger go
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it aint no thin line cuz a don't love but plenty hate
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when i come at your door imma take this mask up off my face
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we ain't gone ring your doorbell just a couple of knocks
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when we see your presence your fucking heart is going to stop.
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Walk Up 2 Yo House
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| Three 6 Mafia |
