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zuò qǔ : Raykeea Wilson Sam Gumbley Meleni Smith |
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zuò cí : Raykeea Wilson Sam Gumbley Meleni Smith |
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Step out the crib lots of bitches |
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Dusty ass bitches be right out in my shit |
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You fucking consumers can die on clit |
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I' m winning on bitches who dying to quit. |
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I' m winning on bitches, I' m eating these switches |
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I' m hunting these hoes so they slitting their wrist |
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So they slitting they wrists with the hands on the Bible |
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Yelling out, ' Angel I' m so suicidal!' |
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I' m not here fucking with hoes |
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But I got these bitches on smash |
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You see they think I' m not in control |
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Until I put my foot in their ass. |
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And I' m running right through on my gun and I' m killing, |
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I' m serving these hoes like a fucking religion |
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You bitches is over, I' m fucking pretending |
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You niggas is bitches, I' m done and you finished |
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Yeah, niggas talking what they ain' t suppose to |
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My bitches out here on that old school, old school |
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They' re running digits, what they told to |
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Hook: |
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Oh, oh the situation is below me |
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I' m your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me! |
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I' m switch it up bitches complaining with the old me |
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They catch up, they catch up, cause you don' t owe me! |
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Bitches, you want me |
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Cause you know, you know, you know |
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You' re always shadow chasing |
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That' s when we know, we know |
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I wonder why you' re waiting here, |
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Cause you know, you know |
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You' re always shadow chasing |
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Bitches, you want me! |
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Bitches, you want me! |
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Uh, uh, never gave a fuck about a nigga |
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Grew up n my city just surrounded by my bitches |
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All about me, myself and me, no lie |
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Money over every fucking thing for life |
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Y' all bitches don' t make no sense, no |
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Y' all niggas don' t make no sense |
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I' m trying to put hoes on a mother fucking main road |
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But just stay on that old shit |
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And say, say, praise God! |
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Bitches keep your day job! |
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I hit em with the tats and I break the bitches necks |
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And no I won' t, I can' t stop |
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And I' mma keep going |
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Now don' t be waiting til the brain stop |
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And bitch I fit like I' m prepping the heat |
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Waving all of y' all shit just ain' t so |
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Yeah, niggas talking what they ain' t suppose to |
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My bitches out here on that old school, old school |
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They' re running digits, what they told to |
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Hook: |
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Oh, oh the situation is below me |
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I' m your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me! |
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I' m switch it up bitches complaining with the old me |
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They catch up, they catch up, cause you don' t owe me! |
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Bitches, you want me |
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Cause you know, you know, you know |
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You' re always shadow chasing |
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That' s when we know, we know |
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I wonder why you' re waiting here, |
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Cause you know, you know |
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You' re always shadow chasing |
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Bitches, you want me! |
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Bitches, you want me! |
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Bitch you out here running on my ends only |
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Bitches is playing over you bitches |
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The same fuck what you saying, |
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The shit that I spit is insane, our glow has got this on frame |
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All of you bitches get hit by them niggas |
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Who hit on yo bitches and called it a train |
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Bros can' t remember yo name |
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What the fuck is you saying, bitch? |
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All you bitches be like HML' s |
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Be hoes with no infidels |
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Run this shit like the bass is runner |
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Plus I' m eating bitches up like bucks for dinner |
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And I' m eating bitches up like so cool |
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Then I' m fitting bitches up like oh cool |
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Man I hit them bitches up with the mac ten |
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Cause they know I got them pro tools, bitch! |
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Yeah, niggas talking what they ain' t suppose to |
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My bitches out here on that old school, old school |
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They' re running digits, what they told to |