Lying hard and leave you dearly departed (Damn!)
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I'm sure a few' saw my gang retarded (bump it)
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I'm kind clumsy, get this spill in this'
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Be a cold day in hell before I'll be in some more shit (aha)
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Ha, it's like the sun '
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When it's time to ride the holy drive I play the back seat (get 'em!)
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All these fly call to track me
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I pose the smirk, look at the gages with the fast feet (aha)
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I'm kinda ain't deciding nothing, yet
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Cause I'm tripping off the purp in the purp set
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Hey! I could be sober, still lurking sick
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Anybody killing, it don't matter who we're toasting with!
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I ain't speaking, let the drum rule
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Kill or be killed, I'm from the jungle! (Brooklyn)
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We don't tour for show, we let our guns go
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Head shot, leaving for dead,
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Nigga, you're done now!
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Hook:
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Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
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Blow light out my window, window
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Strapping up my kin foe
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Kill or be killed
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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I'm supposed to get this money get away
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Let these haters take my day away
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Strapped up with my niggas
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Fuck around, man,
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Let me rapd around with yo nigga!
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I say, niggas sent the subliminals at me
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Most time they don't make it to me
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Pictures of your wife on my iPhone
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And I tell them hoes and them niggas to me
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Where I'm from, we send shots
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Align you up like a bottle shot
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Foreign whips parked in a hood
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We ain't never seen no '
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You think fake, I call it out
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You flow at me, nigga, call it out!
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' without reckless'
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The hottest niggas in our'
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I got fifty niggas waiting outside
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Who's the dwag, nigga, just rambling
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You thug nigga, had to stop'
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You mustn't get that e-mail
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Yeah nigga, there's VL
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One hundred thousand that car like
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The bitch had a new car see smell
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Behind ' and you see murder
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And I ain't talking about masterpiece
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Ben had that 41
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But I... that masterpiece
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For broke niggas, that's a Rolex
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A hundred rounds to your new Lex
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Chopping in that car seat
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And hanging out the window like, who next?
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I'm tripping off that bitch, nigga
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I'm shooting back like, oh dwag
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Cocaine in your neighborhood
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It's a thousand dollars for a
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And I just feel
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Hook:
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Ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
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Blow light out my window, window
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Strapping up my kin foe
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Kill or be killed
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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I'm supposed to get this money get away
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Let these haters take my day away
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Strapped up with my niggas
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Fuck around, man,
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Let me rapd around with yo nigga!
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Niggas said I'll be talking shit,
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But I still fuck cause I back it up!
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Put my engine in the truck,
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So I'm still fronting when I'm backing up!
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The shit you say when I'm backing up
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And I'm pulling up, I can fight 'em on 'em
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Go harder, so retarded,
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Pack heat like the summer's on 'em
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No gangs, no athletes,
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No track me, still ' upon
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Bitch nigga trying to call me
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Said, your bitch chose to hang up on 'em!
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Rory walks at a day in time,
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Me walks at a place in time
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Face to face, no face time
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You get smashed and face the time!
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Chance murdered with a shally
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We're riding around with that Shawty
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Find your ass and chunk your ass.
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We're riding around with your body!
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(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em!)
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Cause it's like that
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As a matter of fact, you're getting like that
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You wanna see them, you gonna see them
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We slump your ass for a night cab.
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Hook:
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And I still ride through my hood, hoe, hood hoe
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Blow light out my window, window
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Strapping up my kin foe
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Kill or be killed
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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I'm supposed to get this money get away
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Let these haters take my day away
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Strapped up with my niggas
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(Fuck you, dwag!)
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Fuck around, man,
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Let me rap around with yo nigga!
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Hypocrits
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| Jim Jones |
