It was seas I was ignored, open my eyes behind
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Make that sound to bed, like over to talked about
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Trumping the switch in the lift, trying to get rich often his bitch,
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Talking my top, a proper my tongue, with the like I'm dealing with my grisp
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These niggas I shit, these niggas are real?
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These niggas are torres, most of these have been cruft
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And crushed their lover, my lonely boss
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Who are pull across them are dough, bring a home down
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Put 'em all, tedy so, they are all down
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They say hollow, damn crep that photo, I know
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They say hollow, damn greed leap poor
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I follow, I've been improved, feeling great, how are you
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So must space when I pop my taking, feel my face key
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Fears are too, I got this your, I've got this is yours
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But at the top there were a pussy poop,
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She's rather dick, but after her mother she said she's rather hen
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I'm trynna fool, but after prophet rout, bat they rout, cock they rout
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Don't end, don't shot, be slattered they rout
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I need that, I'm bought that , I'm battered, who's head?
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I seen that, I bought that, I own that, I'm snap
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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(not a thang hoe)
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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(not a thang hoe)
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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(not a thang hoe)
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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That I can do and you done done then I ody
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And no doubt I'd tripping in all your hope
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And in the end, ain't nobody tripping in all you hope
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I'd give a bad, curse a slat, let her go 'cause she lives in the VIA
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Ain't like requesting for a teaching when I'll be off
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So must say that I can see yah, just take bosses but they fear all
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If you waste looking in the pocket, you should keep ah
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Shoot that kind of bee, when that bossy got to be back
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She won't got a bag 'cause she's looking I can see that
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Only dya la cokitta, ain't no tend to leave ah
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For bout a servant popish how they're looking out of digga
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Looking out of beyond, tents some plots to kick on
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Fuck that you been talking bout they touch and put my finger
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No let no blows for this handles, and no love for his face
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Bound in the country, I am tripping no snack
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This is for some bitches, all I owe I won't obey
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If you thank you got a problem, would you tell it to my face?
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I need that, I'm bounded, I'm battered, who's head?
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I seen that, I bought that, I own that, I'm snap
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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(not a thang hoe)
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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(not a thang hoe)
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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(not a thang hoe)
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Y'all niggas ain't talkin bout nothing,
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That I can do and you done done then I ody
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And no doubt I'd tripping in all your hope.
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Talkin Bout Nothing
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| Big K.R.I.T. |
