Shorty, shorty
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These are the niggas you run into
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I'm tryna reel them out, capable
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I'm merely tryna get to know you
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Shorty, shorty
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These are the niggas you run into
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I'm tryna reel them out, capable
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I'm merely tryna get to know you
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I swang my coat open, '
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We sat for a while speaking on various topics
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She told me how she always liked to be in the tropics
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Grabbed her hand gently, look dead in the optic
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She kinda spiritual like she be with the prophet
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Even though we just met like something don't wanna stop this
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We kept conversating, feeling the hotness
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She giving me feedback now I'm feeling I got this
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Educated brown skin, intellectual
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Tell me what I gotta do to stay right next to you
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Maybe I was blessed with you, I could be your soul mate
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We only have a minute now but we could make a whole date
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Yeah, baby girl, you made my whole day
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A true queen when they spot a good man
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You could have anything in this world except cream
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Shorty, shorty
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These are the niggas you run into
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I'm tryna reel them out, capable
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I'm merely tryna get to know you
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Shorty, shorty
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These are the niggas you run into
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I'm tryna reel them out, capable
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I'm merely tryna get to know you
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I did everything, tried to avoid it
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Got off at the wrong stops, even took the long blocks
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Trying out the guap heads, now I'm in the barber shop
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'homie walks in, I pay it no attention
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He ice grilling, smooth face ' mad 'cause I'm fucking his broad
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But the ill shit is shorty kept it real and told him how she felt
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But son couldn't handle that, spent a lot of effort and paper to win her love back
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Normally out, but this is personal and you gotta 'with her
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Stay a healthy father figure, a word to the wise, a lot of men killed for wives
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Who wasn't worth it, got himself a real beef and couldn't hold it
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Felt jerk, pride hurt, emotionally driven head first into a bullet
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Suicide, all praises due to lowest high, I strive to stay humble'
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I'm your highness, your highest title, numero uno
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'your man super, grand groover on that Sambuca
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Mass mover, automatic rap, nigga clap
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Back, I lean for my brother, you know
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The wolf stay fed 'cause they feed on each other
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I got a G for a mother, Cynthia's son
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Take the game like three at the buzzer
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Harder than a prison wall, hitting y'all all
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Up in critical condition and it's official with my picking ball
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Listen y'all, sir I, certified, anything other than the facts are falsified
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They idolize I, well, I know wise guys
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Leave 'em eyes wide inside the gravel pit spitting inside nine
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Dubs flash hot enough to warm glass
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When the shark pass piranhas part path
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I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted
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Never loose stick, never shop lifting
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I get the cash, see money over tricks here
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Keep a snow bunny in the kitchen
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The hood still love me 'cause I'm different
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See, that's the difference, I talk greezy, my hands greezy
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That's the chicken, it's that easy
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My flow fat 'cause I'm that greedy
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You gotta feed me in stacks, what up to crack Petty
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State propriety, racially profound, state troopers stopping me, I know that
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30 it's a shame, I should slow that
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Kick off my shoes, put my coke down
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Separate the oil from the coke now, Benny's got plenty yet I still want more
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Kinda like a fiend with 35 but still want more
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85% still don't know, that's 100% of y'all rappers try to steal my flow
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Shorty / Four Horsemen
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