[Intro]
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Aye Hold on change that sound like a piano or something it sounds stupid I don't like that,
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Okay yeah
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[Verse 1]
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Yo you ever had a homie who was fake as fuck, (yup)
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Hate your guts but the moment you came rolling through balling they wanna say what's up. (what's up)
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knowing that you finna be hot, (G)
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But I don't owe you niggas didiley squat, (nah)
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So here help me out by kicking these rocks,
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Before I got my deal you use to back stab me, (what?)
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Laugh at me tell these women I act nasty, (ewww) so what you hooked me up with the girl that
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Yes I'm datin' now, but I know if you had the chance to fuck her you would take her down, you
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Slipped up like you done stepped into an oil leak, now you got me heated up and boiling, you
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The definition of unloyalty, probly plotting how to go destory the scene, but you'll never destroy
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The royal king, I know you always reminiscing, (uh-huh) and mad cause I'm resisting and won't
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Take the time to listen making us more distant, you on that cold hearted shit, look how Hollywood Marcus is you coulda been a part of this, but shit you'll probably
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[Chorus]
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You'll probly fuck my girl and keep it on the down low,
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But yo it's all good now though,
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You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads,
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But yo it's all good now though,
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Now if you thinking you my buddy,
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But always acted funny,
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Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that!)
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Said if you thinking you my buddy
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Tryina strip me for my money
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Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that) nigga
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[Verse 2]
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I gotta about 3, 4, 5 of them left, and they like my brothers yes,
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they all reside on the west,
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their down to ride nothing less,
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that's what their supposed to do, no but you,
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walking around like you don't even know the rules,
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putting me in bogus moves,
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got me stressed out doing yoga moves, (shit)
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you ain't no homie just a load of dook,
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you mad cause honeys never notice you, (well)
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do take it personal, (why)
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you'll never look half as good as I do in person nope,
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I'll never hold you down,
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I'm flossing on you now,
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I'm causing problems my momma like Hopsin awww you foul,
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I know it's you who's calling blocked i.d.,
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but you will not find me I'm not lying so stop trying,
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it's just a waste of time, and you a waste of mine,
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say goodbye this song is for you George since you're a grateful guy
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[Chorus]
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You'll probly fuck my girl and keep it on the down low,
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But yo it's all good now though,
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You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads,
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But yo it's all good now though,
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Now if you thinking you my buddy,
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But always acted funny,
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Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that!)
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Said if you thinking you my buddy
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Tryina strip me for my money
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Then you'll never be close to me, (Fuck that) nigga
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[Verse 3]
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Friendship has been fucked,
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Quit hittin' SwizZz up
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You calling him like you tryina give him a free dick suck,
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You ain't a part of the movement stupid you just blew it,
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And this shit right here proves it,
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And don't you email me talking about yo what's up fool,
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Thank you for all that you done for me but fuck you,
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And if you wanna act like a rowdy ape and retaliate,
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Meet me in the alley late I'll serve yo ass the Cali way,
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So don't you dare give my cd's a leak,
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I'll get your ass easily,
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Your girlfriend lives right up the street from me,
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I'll snatch her out from underneath the sheets
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And while she screams police
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I'ma just talk to her grimey like I was made to sneak,
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Well congratulations you've been dissed,
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Don't get mad at me cause who did this? you did this,
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So what did we learn today, never leak your friends songs,
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Cause if you think I'm goin' let it slide then you damn wrong
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[Interlude]
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I trusted yo ass man, you had my whole fucking album sitting there on your damn laptop,
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leaking my shit, you're a mothafuckin leaker, I'll never trust yo ass, AHHHH SHIT!!!
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[Chorus]
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You'll probably fuck my girl and keep it on the down low,
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But yo it's all good now though,
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You tried to, leak my songs and give em' fre |