ft. Vado
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Player (hater)
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Turn your head round (Turn your head round)
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Lay on the ground
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You've been robbed
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Wake up (Wake up)
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Open the door (Open the door)
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Lay on the floor
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You've been robbed
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Nigger, I smell murder
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Glock 9, put it in your sternum
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10 killers in the Chevy
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Nigger 16 with the burner
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Tell 'em put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash, acting funny with the cash ha?
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Ok, niggers wanna play dumb-dumb
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Dirty Glocks, never knowing where they come from
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Bang, motherfucker get low
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Hundred round chopper, that potato on the nose
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Killers stay lurking and they do it on purpose
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I just tell em keep shooting like they trying to overdose
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Keep playing with a real nigger
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You gonna end up in a box like Hilfiger
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Yeah, yeah you looking at a gorilla
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I don't like no niggers holding niggers Glocks like a 4 wheeler
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Cos that bitch go to kicking, blue cane
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All black when I'm riding, Bruce Wayne
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Niggers bump to the money, Hussein
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Never change them true, 2 Chainz
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Hundred grand to your boys like loose change
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Better hush for that chopper wanna do things
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Bang! Chit-chit bang-bang!
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Nigger!
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[Chorus]
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Phone call from my Haitian hommie say papi got the good yay
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No cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way
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Call the hommies, they gonna run up on him, got sticks a waving too late
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You know what I came for so don't play
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Leave 100 O's round where you stay, Lord
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Somebody call the po-po
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Snitch niggers die slow
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Will they ever catch me?
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Pussy nigger no no
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Running out your mouth, I'm just hoping you about it
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Every nigger with me, boy they ready get started
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No patdowns when I walk up in the party
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Smoking that skank, who he think he Bob Marley?
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No games
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When I pull up in that foreign, kill niggers
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Hood nation motherfucker, real niggers
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Won't stop getting money, deal with it
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Yeah I'm fucking your bitch and I'm still in it
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No tints in the whip so you see me in it
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I can run through a clip less than 2 minutes
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Bang bang, reload til it start clicking
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[Chorus]
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Uh, half a drank like who gave you?
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Move caine, I've been Abel
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Baking soda, no label
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TV on but no cable
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Streets talking, I heard em
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Hands out but curd him
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He don't wanna work, he just wanted work
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That he can handout and just burn him
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Heard it all before though
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Then went and copped the 4 though
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Told pop I needed 4 more
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He text me back like for sure
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10 choppers going fofo
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Chrome four four, crack blow tho
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Had em all magnets
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Why we don't spoke
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I mean no speak, I thought I won't eat, nah
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I'm tired niggers, tired niggers
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Quick to talk how they tie niggers
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I'm on the block like who's tied nigger
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Gun is cocked like who's fire quicker
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Corner pack like those my niggers
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G spots, we racking them
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Church guarded, I'm backing them
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That's a lot of money, we stacking them
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[Chorus]
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Home Invasion
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Ace Hood |