[Verse 1]
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Damn you done came up short again ain't uh
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Cause yo homeboy fought again ain't uh
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but is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door
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say that the jackers kickin yo hoe
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please give me the reason I'm fiendin to know
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why cheese missin in my flow
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givin low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight
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just keepin it real
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you was gettin half off and still came up a few grands short
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listen to you brag about yo days in the past
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when you was gettin paid livin lavish
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but that was way in the 70s
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its the best you pay me my fetti
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fore they find yo brain the a chevy
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all over the radio and ceiling
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and I'ma hate if for your children
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when my AK sprays wit yo dome
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cerebellum all over the passenger seat
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leavin you dead
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wit lead in yo head
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in yo red candy apple capris
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[Chorus 2X]
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If you out there and you owe me
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Or been scared to get my fetti
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Or hate me cause I fuck and she wont even let you smell it
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Or if you see me doin dirt and feel its best you tell it
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You besta slow yo roll boy
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Or be found dead in yo Chevy
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[Verse 2]
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Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game
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I ain't pastor troy but it ain't no play it ain't no game
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wit a nigga like you runnin around town actin bulletproof
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be the one that get got get shot
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I got a big ole gun and ill use it too
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fool dont play dumb dont say Sean what you talkin about
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cause I'm talkin about this hoe I'm fuckin
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same hoe you lustin
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you hate that dont ya ummhumm
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damn let me bout to nut up
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uhuh okay wuz up shut up
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cause you ain't on my level
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you cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle
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she be lickin on the head and my peter
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while you be beggin to eat her
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better know yo role
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when I get pissed off then the four four blows
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and when the glock click hot shot spit
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then these hoes know
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[Chorus til fade]
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Dead In Your Chevy
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| Field Mob |
