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Aight now get your guns, ain't no stopping me |
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Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree |
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The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me |
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Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right |
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Wet 'em all, pretend |
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I'm Jada, lata set it off |
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Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get 'em all |
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Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine |
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And all that bitchin' that you doing, |
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I got'cha kissin' this nine |
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Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes |
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I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry |
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On your knees, face in chest, lips shut |
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**** the mask, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what? |
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Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all |
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Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now |
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I get it all |
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Matter of fact, take your clothes off, |
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I like it when they're bare |
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Everything from iceberg to silk |
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Dolce underwear, come on |
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Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit |
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Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit |
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Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit |
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Run that ice 'cause we on that shit |
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Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit |
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Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit |
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We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit |
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And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit |
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Uh, yo, yo, yo, |
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I shoot backing out, |
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P max them out |
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And the only way |
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I don't get shit is if you stash the house |
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Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels |
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Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled |
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I ain't getting' nada, forget that |
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Just sit back and watch me take everything even you're drough sack |
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Yeah, my bitch can roll with, smoking while we pack |
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Expensive paintings on your walls, gimme that |
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Ain't no slacking, time ain't a factor, |
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I'mma get it all |
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Used to ball with your niggas, now |
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I'm making you crawl across the floor |
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Ego crushed and |
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I don't give a **** |
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Small change to the range, heard what |
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I said, give it up |
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I know it ain't right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight |
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And every night from now on, get it right |
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Why, why ask why? |
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I'm simply living and |
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I get what |
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I wantBy simply taking or you're simply giving |
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Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit |
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Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit |
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Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit |
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Run that ice 'cause we on that shit |
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Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit |
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Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit |
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We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit |
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And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit |
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Y'all niggas faggottish |
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Cops spot me got me running out my kiss |
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Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist |
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Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch |
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I'm fast, he'd have to waste it and |
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I ain't scared to blast |
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Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last |
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Ready for war, act like |
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I ain't done this shit before |
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Practice on me next week, |
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I'll be wanting more |
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Best believe you ain't gonna live to see tomorrow |
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My dogs already warned your mother, she'll be full of sorrow |
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Busting through the door, somebody's house, kids screaming |
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I ain't gonna front somehow |
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I wish that |
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I was sleeping, dreaming |
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Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds |
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Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and |
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I'm like what now |
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Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees |
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Last fence |
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I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees |
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Barrels at my temple, hey yo **** it |
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I'ma make it simple |
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Hey yo, check that nigga 'cause we on that shit |
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Get out your ride fool 'cause we on that shit |
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Hid your stash box 'cause we on that shit |
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Run that ice 'cause we on that shit |
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Keep a loaded clip 'cause we on that shit |
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Ryde or die nigga 'cause we on that shit |
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We out to get it all 'cause we on that shit |
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And Eve don't play 'cause she takes no shit |
