Step out the crib lots of bitches
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Dusty ass bitches be right out in my shit
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You fucking consumers can die on clit
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I'm winning on bitches who dying to quit.
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I'm winning on bitches, I'm eating these switches
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I'm hunting these hoes so they slitting their wrist
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So they slitting they wrists with the hands on the Bible
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Yelling out, 'Angel I'm so suicidal!'
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I'm not here fucking with hoes
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But I got these bitches on smash
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You see they think I'm not in control
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Until I put my foot in their ass.
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And I'm running right through on my gun and I'm killing,
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I'm serving these hoes like a fucking religion
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You bitches is over, I'm fucking pretending
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You niggas is bitches, I'm done and you finished
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Yeah, niggas talking what they ain't suppose to
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My bitches out here on that old school, old school
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They're running digits, what they told to
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Hook:
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Oh, oh the situation is below me
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I'm your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me!
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I'm switch it up bitches complaining with the old me
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They catch up, they catch up, cause you don't owe me!
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Bitches, you want me
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Cause you know, you know, you know
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You're always shadow chasing
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That's when we know, we know
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I wonder why you're waiting here,
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Cause you know, you know
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You're always shadow chasing
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Bitches, you want me!
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Bitches, you want me!
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Uh, uh, never gave a fuck about a nigga
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Grew up n my city just surrounded by my bitches
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All about me, myself and me, no lie
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Money over every fucking thing for life
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Y'all bitches don't make no sense, no
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Y'all niggas don't make no sense
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I'm trying to put hoes on a mother fucking main road
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But just stay on that old shit
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And say, say, praise God!
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Bitches keep your day job!
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I hit em with the tats and I break the bitches necks
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And no I won't, I can't stop
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And I'mma keep going
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Now don't be waiting til the brain stop
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And bitch I fit like I'm prepping the heat
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Waving all of y'all shit just ain't so
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Yeah, niggas talking what they ain't suppose to
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My bitches out here on that old school, old school
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They're running digits, what they told to
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Hook:
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Oh, oh the situation is below me
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I'm your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me!
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I'm switch it up bitches complaining with the old me
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They catch up, they catch up, cause you don't owe me!
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Bitches, you want me
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Cause you know, you know, you know
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You're always shadow chasing
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That's when we know, we know
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I wonder why you're waiting here,
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Cause you know, you know
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You're always shadow chasing
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Bitches, you want me!
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Bitches, you want me!
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Bitch you out here running on my ends only
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Bitches is playing over you bitches
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The same fuck what you saying,
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The shit that I spit is insane, our glow has got this on frame
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All of you bitches get hit by them niggas
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Who hit on yo bitches and called it a train
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Bros can't remember yo name
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What the fuck is you saying, bitch?
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All you bitches be like HML's
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Be hoes with no infidels
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Run this shit like the bass is runner
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Plus I'm eating bitches up like bucks for dinner
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And I'm eating bitches up like so cool
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Then I'm fitting bitches up like oh cool
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Man I hit them bitches up with the mac ten
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Cause they know I got them pro tools, bitch!
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Yeah, niggas talking what they ain't suppose to
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My bitches out here on that old school, old school
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They're running digits, what they told to
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No Bueno
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| Angel Haze |
