feat. Lloyd Banks
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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Cuffing this
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Cuffing, cuffing this
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I been cuffing this
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I been cuffing this
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But I only sell fiends
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I hate getting familiar with these niggas and bitches
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All they do is get comfy and think I'm sweet like swishes
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I spent half of my career on a private jet
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Hit the jacks, get a hoopla, go wash your scent
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Think it's sweet to have my shooters come wash your scent
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I'm in that Wu Tang shit, nigga, protect your neck
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All these niggas on my dick, blow Bruno
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Jewish lawyers Scott leaning, always find a loophole
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Hermes attire, sharper than a cactus
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Half a pound of cat piss, model slash actress
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I'm flipping things like gymnastics
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My bricks doing simmer sauce, yours doing back flips
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That means you hustling backwards
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I'm back to the feature, I re-up the fastest
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Rows go, you blow, make all the hoes blow
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Twenty keys turn my yard into a car show
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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Cuffing this
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Cuffing, cuffing this
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I been cuffing this
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I been cuffing this
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But I only sell fiends
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Missed to get a model weak, movies in the palace weak
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Your lady ass snicket, run around like 100 thousand feet
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Nigga, I got her tripping, leaning, dying over
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Nigga, we riding triple beans with dimes for chauffeurs
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My system's hidden, got the coppers hating
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Friend or foe, I'm popping strips between the combination
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My mind is racing, Gucci stepping, probably gracing
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Two, three seconds, I'm impatient, breaking records out the basement
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Break a brick over these strippers, weird bitches call me daddy
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Solid gold pictures, take my business out the alley
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Married to the fucking game, all the work, I feel the same
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Get with Scott up, nigga up, but dollar signs are hella pain
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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Cuffing this
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Cuffing, cuffing this
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I been cuffing this
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I been cuffing this
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But I only sell fiends
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Movie chick cross bows with exploding tips
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Groupie bitch, in the rows I expose my dick
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Under my pillow dragging breasts around, shoot fire
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Laying in my bed, she tell it like Tyana
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Every nigga ain't your homie, death before dishonor
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45 for gram, a drought's on the corner
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For shit rounds got 15 docks in 'em
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Hit his chest cavity, for sure I'm talking 'em
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Max in the MCM nap sack
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In the 90s they 'and long had the long foundation
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Elephant buildings, made a couple millions
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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I know you think I'm selling keys
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But I only sell fiends
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Cuffing this
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Cuffing, cuffing this
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Selling Keys
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| Tony Yayo |
