[Intro, Hook: repeat each line x4]
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Let's fuck his ass up!!!
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We fucked his ass up!!!
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Now call the ambulance!!!
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Flatline!!!
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[Verse 1:]
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.44 ducked off in my chevy let's fuck his ass up
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And if a hata buck let's fuck they ass up
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I'm black skied-masked up whateva is whateva'
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I'm watchin' niggas posted mixin' fruits and goose togetha'
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I keep that black beretta I call dat bitch my heater
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And if you play me close just like a bitch man Imma ski cha'
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Dem westin twins will meet cha' can greet cha' like a feature
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And change up all ya features call da Red Cross to treat cha'
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The club is off a meters the crunk they doin' they dance
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Security betta check em' or we gone throw dem hands
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Now A-Town stomp dat ass watch me bow his ass up
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(Aye back up!!!!) call the ambulance and now you fucked
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Ready to pick yo ass up and take you on the stretcher
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We fucked his ass up I hope dat God Bless Ya
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Yo team ain't hear to help ya do want it wit us
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I told you that we gangstas let fuck his ass up
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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(Flatine!!) his he gone? (Flatline!!!) Lil' Shawty dead
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(Flatine!!) he bust a move (Flatline!!) we rocked his dreads
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(Flatline!!!) 4 to ya dome (Flatline!!) I split cha' wig
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Imma grown ass man I don't play wit fuckin' kids
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These niggas swear they hard these hoes think they bad
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But when it comes to beef they all act like drags
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Sissies punks and fags yo life is slippin' fast
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I hope you go to heaven Tupac gone kick yo ass
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I think you need to breathe I'm cold so niggas chill
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Smoke you a blunt a kush go try to get a deal
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Niggas bustin' forreal Big Oomp we tote the steel
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DJ Unk off in the Lac ready to twist yo cap back forreal
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[Hook]
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Flatline
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| UNK |
