| I’m goin' in for the kill
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand
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| I’m goin' in for the kill
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand
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| Ya’ll niggas need a co-sign; |
| homie, I’m the gold mine
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| Montana Johnson when it’s showtime
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| Nigga pass the ball, make a call; |
| watch me go in for the kill
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| I was stuntin' on you corny niggas way before the deal
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| Fast money, fuckin' hoes, flippin' work; |
| call me flip
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| Rap niggas all diesel, homie; |
| probably a script
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| See the black van packed up; |
| ski-masks, black gloves
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| Four niggas mashed up, get a nigga wrapped up
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| I did it like a boss, fuck a hand-out
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| Room full of centers, I’m a stand-out
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| Now I gave 'em no choice; |
| got the coke-boy shit planned out
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| Hundred-fifty Spider all tanned out; |
| Montana (Montana)
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| I’m goin' in for the kill
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand
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| I’m goin' in for the kill
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand
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| Listen, for all my dope-boys up over them pots mixin'
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| New on the block chasin' hot vixens
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| Gettin' money, right? |
| Well do your thing, shorty
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| The drama messy, I send some niggas to clean for me
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| They leave the scene spotless; |
| I like my V’s topless
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| The hoes talk about me, see I’m the trendin' topic
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| See the riot’s that gang, and ya’ll know that
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| That break it up and give it to the strip, you know I’m on that
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| I’m stickin' to the format
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| Never catch him slippin', like I’m stickin' to the floor-mat
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| So these niggas could fall back
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| I toss some money in the sky and watch it trickle down
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| Came a long way from the P’s; |
| take a look at me now
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand
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| I’m goin' in for the kill
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand
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| Keys to the Beamer; |
| Beamie take the top off
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| Did ya’ll watch the fumes come out like a genie?
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| That’s the Sour; |
| power can’t kill me, bitch
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| Love when I’m high, cause my eyes look dreamy
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| Four-fifth chrome, that’ll leave your dome steamy
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| Custom-made Lenscrafters still couldn’t see me
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| Flip, pimp, and crack dough
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| I roll the O, you pop the Ex; |
| tick-tack-toe
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| Send my condolence, give him hope for best wishes
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| They hate cause they bitches; |
| ride my stick like witches
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| Nowadays niggas fraudulent, frontin'; |
| all gimmicks
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| In the game they all the same; |
| might as well get a mimic
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| Order to your dog, UPS with deliverance
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| My man in the can gettin' green like spinach
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| We’ll be like Popeye the sailorman
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| Yeah, Cheeze ya dealin' man
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| They spinnin' on the top, like ceiling fans
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| I’m goin' in for the kill
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand
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| I’m goin' in for the kill
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| I’m doin' it for a thrill
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| Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
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| And not let go of my hand |