(Hook)
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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If he try me he can pulse his body
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Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I¡¯m Ali
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(Verse)
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Thrown off a molly once a nigga try me
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2 bad bitches call me rooster in a Rarri
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My young boys sure they know karate
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Fake nigga not me
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In the hood find me, hanging with the real slugs
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Trap nigga, come embrace us when you can¡¯t find no rap nigga
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I can rap nigga but still you pay no rap nigga
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Adrian Bruno with them hands, make you tap nigga
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Getting money, even eating with the jets nigga
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Alright, fuck these niggas, they don¡¯t really wanna take it there
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Pistols in the club, my young niggas they ain¡¯t flyin fair
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Fuck shit, fuck shit ? yea I be on it nigga
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Take yo watch chain and ring, yea I condone it nigga
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Squad!
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(Hook)
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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If he try me he can pulse his body
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Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I¡¯m Ali
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(Verse)
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Fuck shit, Wooda on that fuck shit
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Full metal jacket, everybody brought a duck shit
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I don¡¯t give a fuck if your partner in the way
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Wooda throwin bullets, this just how the roundin play
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Ain¡¯t probably thuggin, fat mack on TMZ
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Step in niggas¡¯ face, like he was the damn shis
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I be on that fuck shit, we be on that BS (Squad)
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Hunned niggas gunnin if you disrespect BS (Squad)
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(Hook)
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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If he try me he can pulse his body
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Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I¡¯m Ali
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(Verse)
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F U C K, S H I T
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C R E dub, woo that smells Trouble
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Woo that gotta be Trouble
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Always on the fuckery
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You fuck niggas never seem hot
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Them same bitch holds, I¡¯m screaming ah!
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The one that I lean, squeezing that car 15
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I made an offer on the shots I got
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Run a hoe here cuz these bullets are hot
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Put your pussies in a shit bag, what?! Til you dig that
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Imagine a bunch of grownups in Huggies, how you gon fix that?
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They¡¯re all gonna laugh at you, they¡¯ll laugh at you
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Consequence when you cross that line, I been talkin shit on the low
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Blow your mind out, no timeout, you gon put yo head to the floor
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Flocka
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You got a problem? No problem, I got em
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Fuck shit!
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(Hook)
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Get yo head cracked for that watch and that bracelet
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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He makin songs bout me, when I see him he better duck bitch
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Fuck shit, yea I¡¯m on that fuck shit
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Stomp yo ass out til the DJ hit the lights
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If he try me he can pulse his body
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Shootin cold my ivy, hands like I¡¯m Ali
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Fuck Shit
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Waka Flocka Flame |