(Intro)
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On mamas
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On citas, on mamas
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(Hook x2)
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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(Verse)
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Your life pass through yo ass if I touch the grass
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2-11, progress, no ski mask
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Assholes and elbows, lie down to kiss Satan
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That’s the weakness nigga hatin, I’m out here motivatin
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On bitches, citas ? that’s my word
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So I jumped up off the porch, back right up the curb
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But then on some herb, getting ready for the twist back
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4-5 grams in the time just to twist that
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Nigga talkin but they don’t want that
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On citas, finna top that right back
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Droppin back in pocket, bout to hit some
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And no frontin, let me tell ya, bullshit’s nothing
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Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room
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My movement 10 militants, straight goons
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Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room
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My movement 10 militants, straight goons
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(Hook x2)
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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(Verse)
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Hella proper, hella chopper
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I saw the fly, tell the doctor
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I’m the man, that’s how I ride around like
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I’m the whole thing, you a sound byte
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Got yo city on, whole bay too
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Hella bad ones fallin out of age too
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Get money and I hate you
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Turn around, say they made you
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Well hate this then
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With some young niggas ballin like pistence
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Get lovin, ain’t no way a nigga can’t go
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10 racks they show em, getting pesos
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Like wooh, what’s cookin?
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Paid 200 for the mucus
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Here beat, take a dookie
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In the all-black whip lookin spooky
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(Hook x2)
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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(Verse)
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They don’t want problems, they don’t want problems
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Actin like gangstas but they don’t want drama
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Boy they be quiet when they put that lama
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Put that on my citas and my grandmamma
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Return of the skizzo, maniac flips
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Oh that boy go yea yea
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He party like a disco and disco
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Go ahead, been waitin for that boy fatty just t bring it home
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Some niggas was tryna turn it but they was doin it wrong
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I was out for a minute but I’m right back on
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Yup right back on, on in the middle of it
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And I don’t give a finger in the middle of it
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Nigga yelling fuck em, fuck em
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They was hatin on me
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But shout out to the real niggas waitin on me
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Don’t gotta bring it back cuz it ain’t never left
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That’s Suzzie on the track, nigga rare yea
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(Hook x2)
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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On citas, on mamas
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Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
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Take it down, take it down
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Or bring it back up
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Planned twist
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Hipster girls get vanquished
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Eatin rappers, treatin labels like banquettes
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Ready to dominate, homie I’m anxious
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Bring it back on the earth with me
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Recognizing your certainty
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Of a career in music but I still handle it perfectly
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Reflectin the greats, deflectin the hate
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Acceptin the challenge, I spit in their face
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I reeled away, dimensions that I was cold
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I say good, respect me like the truth
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Smoking fruit, you know we close the boot
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Keep the money on lock,
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They are both, they come through with me
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I’m on that with yo mind
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Never try to be cool with me
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Too busy writin rhymes, Gavin Springs I’m producing beats
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I’m makin this money, don’t try to take it from me
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All this hell on earth, know exactly what I’m worth
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She go real with my homies and turned em under the dirt
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Stay for hoes in my business, I do that there for the church
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Lookin for the real, you couldn’t just search
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Cuz me and my gang finna bring it right down to earth
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All the niggas are hothead in the kick
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Niggas talk to you in they spirit, top rhyming and shit
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I set a goal in my aye teen years, accomplishing it
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I’m tired of hearin bout my niggas dyin and shit
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I’m tryna get rich, I needed like pajamas and deck
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It’s serious shit, this asshole’s serious shit
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We say the heart of the crime the more time that you get
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But I just see my city hurtin, close my eyes and just spit
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