Haters approach but they DOA'd
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Try next week we ain't with it today
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It ain't my fault you got no money
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You need to go get you some, won't make me none
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I hit hard like a slam drum
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Slum and slang with a ton of games
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Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in
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Fake friends trying to blend in
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It tend to get on my nerves
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My circles get 'sturbed
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Split a check firt a real man Chula furs
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Try to make it home but he struck on third
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Me fall off? No sir
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Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash
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Snap back quick when It comes to cash
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That's when them niggas start watching ya ass
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But I make 'em dizzy you like who is it
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Chorus:2xs
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[Jim Crow]
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The backstabbers keep an eye out
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You better watch out, before they find out
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Where you hide out, deep down south
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Shorty ride out, before ya time out
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[Cha Cha]
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How many niggas you know down and crazy
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Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y'all
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To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes
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And how close we are lately, that's why I don't like broads
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Either you chickens like all in the business
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Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads
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Intimidated cause I could be the misses
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But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all
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I only ride shot gun cause it's rightful
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Make her hope in the back just to be fightful
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Just because I know it's tight when my eyes closed
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Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though
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Both times I co-signed the whole nine
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Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind
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Know I'm, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy
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Off the top and many, pop them any
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And the Crow out to get him
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Chorus:
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What's it's gone be is you and me
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We in the middle of the streets, it's midnight
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You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right
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But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind
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And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind
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And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga
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Fuck up my foes and enemies, I'm bout to hit a nigga
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Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga?
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Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor
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Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain't shorty
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Damn what you keep money for?
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In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)
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Well I can't doubt it, might as well forget about it
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Lot of folk talk I'm talking shit about him
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Jack move, get up out it
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When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it
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Mama said attend college
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Make it big, my friends doubt it
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In 5 years I'm gone buy myself about 10 houses
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Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time
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Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine
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Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime
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Oww, I'm so fresh like a shoe shine
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I ain't lying
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Chorus:
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Ride Out
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| Cha Cha |
