| Not right there, just a little above
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| I value my relationship, it's forever
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| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
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| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
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| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
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| Huh, lean, huh
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| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
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| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
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| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
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| I ain't leave a clue on the scene (uh-uh)
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| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (uh)
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| Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (uh-uh)
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| Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (uh-huh)
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| Still a blue face king
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| Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (let's go)
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| I know my haters hate to see me succeed
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| If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
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| That shit got me laughin', haha
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| Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
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| Fuck nigga, I'm your father
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| Don't matter if you older
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| They say age is just a number
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| If that's the case, I'm way over
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| Than who? | 
| These niggas (uh-huh)
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| And these bitches that think that they get it (uh-huh)
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| For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (uh-huh)
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| Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (uh-huh)
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| Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
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| On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
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| I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
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| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
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| You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
 | 
| Baby, I've been on the run
 | 
| But I would never run from your love
 | 
| If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
 | 
| Not right there, just a little above
 | 
| I value my relationship, it's forever
 | 
| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
 | 
| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
 | 
| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
 | 
| Huh, lean, huh
 | 
| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
 | 
| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
 | 
| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
 | 
| I ain't leave a clue on the scene
 | 
| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
 | 
| а должно быть: Damn, I tried to stop, oh
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| Baby (808 Mafia), baby (baby), baby (baby), babe
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| You literally are my everything (baby, Gezin)
 | 
| Hah (baby)
 | 
| Baby, I've been on the run (yeah)
 | 
| But I would never run from your love (uh-uh)
 | 
| If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (uh-huh)
 | 
| Not right there, just a little above
 | 
| I value my relationship, it's forever
 | 
| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
 | 
| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
 | 
| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
 | 
| Huh, lean, huh
 | 
| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
 | 
| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
 | 
| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
 | 
| I ain't leave a clue on the scene (uh-uh)
 | 
| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (uh)
 | 
| Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (uh-uh)
 | 
| Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (uh-huh)
 | 
| Still a blue face king
 | 
| Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (let's go)
 | 
| I know my haters hate to see me succeed
 | 
| If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
 | 
| That shit got me laughin', haha
 | 
| Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
 | 
| Fuck nigga, I'm your father
 | 
| Don't matter if you older
 | 
| They say age is just a number
 | 
| If that's the case, I'm way over
 | 
| Than who? | 
| These niggas (uh-huh)
 | 
| And these bitches that think that they get it (uh-huh)
 | 
| For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (uh-huh)
 | 
| Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (uh-huh)
 | 
| Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
 | 
| On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
 | 
| I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
 | 
| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
 | 
| I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
 | 
| You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
 | 
| Baby, I've been on the run
 | 
| But I would never run from your love
 | 
| If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
 | 
| Not right there, just a little above
 | 
| I value my relationship, it's forever
 | 
| But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (yeah)
 | 
| Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (yeah)
 | 
| Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em (yeah)
 | 
| Huh, lean, huh
 | 
| Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green
 | 
| Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
 | 
| Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (yeah)
 | 
| I ain't leave a clue on the scene
 | 
| Close range, so I got blood on my jeans |