Feat. Tally
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Man, I'm feeling paranoid, oh
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It's getting cold so I'm running to where the heat is
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Niggas act flashlights out when we running
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Where we send us, where we vanish
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[Hook]
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I'll be holding it down, triple o.g.
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I ain't backing out, no, no back down
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I could burn, drop me now, if I burn, drop me now
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You run, you run, you run
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You run, you run, you run
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Usually I don't play with toys, no
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But tonight I'm grabbing Tina and turn up in the night
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Two or three bites, all black, no we mobbing
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Meet my brother, meet my cousin
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[Hook]
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Listen more than I speak now
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I don't see why I should smoke
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She was closer than speed, though
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Fuck street visors, your heat bomb
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'Cause I'm riding round with that Tina
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And she ain't even my main bitch
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That I stay with, I got Nina
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And I don't fit you on me, no
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Me neither and Lord knows, when I see them haters
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I be risking my freedom, I be whistling, beating
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Slugs, my man bleeding, investigation, my man speaking
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Trying not to get wasted but these pricks want me on basics
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Said I'm clipping up while I'm bathing
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Thinking things that get wavy, couple shows and that baby
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Couple shows and that lady
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Fuck around and get bucked around
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When I'm screaming out bitch, pay me
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See, something's wrong when that fun's around
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But then the young's around like crazy
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[Hook]
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Scared
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| Angel (Sirach Charles) |
