| I know you like to dance around
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| Middle figure to the sky
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| You never come down
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| And you swear
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| I’m the new heroin
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| And you swear
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| I’m the new heroin
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| There is no sugar in my blood
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| There is no bitch inside my step
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| I’m as rude as they will come
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| Please don’t you fucking forget
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie now
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie now
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| These horns don’t get bloody for no reason
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| This the season for open season on bitch niggas
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| Ditch diggin', I promise I ain’t no bitch nigga
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| Squeeze quicker, my ligaments on twitch, hittin'
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| Anyone that look at me foreign
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| Four homies in four-doors
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| Semi automatic weapons hanging out the
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| Window of the bitch
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| Funny we just kids blinded by the shit
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| That make us feel like shit
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| Loading hollow tips into a busted 45
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| Dare a nigga look me in my eyes
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie now
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie
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| I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
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| Watch what you say to me now
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| Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
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| They got them thangs, homie now
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| G-r-r-r, that’s trump-tight, nigga
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| Yeah, wassup, nigga, ay, nigga
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| You see the rims on it? |
| You see the rims?
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| You see the rims?
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| Them fifteen, twenty-inch spokes, you feel me?
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| Them— them the baddest, mane, you ain’t even—
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| Nigga, I got two, new for the car, look, right here
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| Portable, haa, nah mean?
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| Portable, you know, feel me?
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| We got the basket
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| Piece on the bitch corner, then it’s all good |