| Cut, nigga
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| Tuh
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| I keep hitting my cup, nigga get me high for hours
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| I wanna get high for months, hotel
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| Lil nervous baby
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| I ain’t gonna lie, Rick, I like this song
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| Look real nervous, baby
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| Huh, huh
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| Death Note, death stone
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| Left stroke, breast stroke
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| Money long, your shorty
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| Like Mike, shoot for it
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| New Phone, who calling?
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| Who this? |
| New money
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| Nah, for real, you talking shit, I run it
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| You can get it, how you want it?
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| Bentley, Rari, foreign, Audi
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| Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
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| Pieces hitting, bitches flocking
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| Your bitch jocking, your bitch, your bitch
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| Bently, Rari, foreign, Audi
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| Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me
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| Pieces hitting, call me Griffith
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| Call me Griffith (let me talk that shit for real)
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| About four years ago
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| I got the love of my life
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| Bitch lied to me
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| Said she was pregnant, but
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| Come to find out it was from one of my niggas
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| Came to me, told me that she
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| Was forced into signing, she don’t want it
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| Falconia king
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| Tell me, would you die for me?
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| Give it up, throw your life away
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| Break up, say goodbye to me
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| You’ll leave it all behind for me
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| Tell me, would you die for me?
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| Give it up, throw your life away
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| Break up, say goodbye to me
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| Curse mark, sacrifice for me
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| Seem like everyday more people in my life don’t believe in me
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| Codeine lollipops, I got 3 kidneys
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| I ain’t never want this life, ain’t teasing me
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| You tryna force greatness, 'cause you see it in me
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| 6, 9 milli, I keep the piece
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| Got 20 knives in my back, you wouldn’t bleed for me
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| Nigga got a hundred fake friends that got heat for me
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| I know the game to a tee and I play with cheats
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| Breathe in, breathe in, tryna breathe with me
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| Bullet hole in my lungs, from a 350
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| I exhale gun smoke, watch me clean the scene
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| Bitch, I got outlines of chalk and some streets to sweep
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| Feel it in the air, in the air
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| My ghost, I left my shell right there
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| Always got the memory if all else fails
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| Tay-K, do the race, tortoise shells at your heel
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| Aight, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Tell me baby, would you
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| Die, die, die, die
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| Die, die, die, die
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| Die, die, die, die
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| Die, yeah, keep that shit low, low
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| Keep your voice low, uh
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| Tip toe, yeah, baby, tip toe, uh
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| Please don’t my bitch
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| One time with it, get my belt out, like |