| I done beefed with the best of 'em
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| Balled on the rest of 'em
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| Never hit the ground when the chach made a mess of 'em
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| LA sets love him, lot of rap niggas hate him
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| He can give two fucks, none them niggas helped make him
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| Boys in the hood, Ice Cube out the county
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| Got Grapes hittin' Rickies like that shotgun in the alley, wait
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| Left me and my Relly bro, we always got a plot
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| Big mops for the opps and big dicks on they cocks, yeah
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| Maybach, Benz, yeah
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| Shinin', yeah, blindin' up your lens, yeah
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| Saks with two twins, I done blew enough years at them bitches
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| Both for sure finna let me fuck them and they friends, yeah
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| Compton, we don’t care, yeah
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| You ain’t with the business, why you stand here, partner?
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| Look up in these eyes, ain’t no fear here, partner
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| Look up in these eyes, ain’t no fear here, partner
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| (We need your sauce, P, oh, we need your sauce)
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| Call my mama though, I don’t do that talkin' much
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| Did it in the streets, man, y’all only sellin' online like OfferUp
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| Labels, you want a piece of this? |
| Then you better get your motherfuckin' offers
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| up (On God)
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| 'Cause last time, I don’t think we really charged enough
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| One, two million
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| Like each one of my plaques say like one, two million
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| Bruh, I’m still a lottery pick like I want two million, get it?
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| Fuck that, ayy, baby
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| Ayy, let me pull up, and hit you with designer dick
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| That kind when I slide inside, it realign your shit
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| That, «You ain’t seen in two weeks, I gotta find this» dick
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| That, «So good, I fuck you with your baby mama» dick, on God
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| Hit Bird like, «What you on?» |
| He like, «I'm boolin'»
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| S2 droppin', Diamond Lane the movement
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| Twin coupe racin' with my bitch on the 405
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| 354, Diamond Lane, realest crew alive
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| Put it down, put it down (Ayy)
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| Put it, put it down, put it down
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| Put it, put it down, put it down, put it down
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| Every time I slide through
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| Put it down, put it down
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| Put it, put it down, put it down
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| Put it (Put it down), put it down, put it down, put it down
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| Every time I slide through
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| I gotta put it down, every time I slide through
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| He love his baby mama but that’s my boo
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| 'Cause I get the mils fast like a drive-thru
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| God bless me (Hachoo)
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| Another drug, another drank, ain’t no tellin' what I might do
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| 'Cause all that shit that I done been through
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| Losin' homies, duckin' feds, what the fuck did I get into? |
| (Oh Lord)
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| That’s why I pray every day, and every night
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| It’s so much goin' through my head tonight
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| A real nigga need some head tonight
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| I’m like (Oh Lord)
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| Every day I’m livin' on the edge
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| Lookin' down at my haters, feet on the ledge, yeah
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| I bust a nut and then I go to bed
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| While baby rub my head, you know I
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| Put it down, put it down
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| Put it, put it down, put it down
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| Put it, put it down, put it down, put it down (A nigga put it down)
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| Every time I slide through
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| Put it down, put it down
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| Put it, put it down, put it down
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| Put it, put it down, put it down, put it down
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| Yeah, every time I slide through
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| I ain’t never ran from no nigga in my life
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| I just need a hundred fuckin' mil' 'fore I die
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| Triple that, need three hundred mil' 'fore I die
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| Triple that, need nine hundred mil' 'fore I die |