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[Hook:] |
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Been a gangsta you can check my fingers, I don't talk on phones |
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Black coffee, sippin', chillin', thinkin |
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I don't talk on phones |
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Bad bitches blow my line up daily |
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I don't talk on phones |
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Just got a text, hit back check on my baby |
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I don't talk on phones |
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Data towers giving up location |
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I don't talk on phones |
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Transaction next day make the papers |
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I don't talk on phones |
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Wiretaps lead to open cases |
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I don't talk on phones |
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Kept it solid, see through poker faces |
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I don't talk on phones |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Dirty dollars, just jumped out the booth, then went bought a Cou |
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Wanted millions, with respect like Menace all throughout the booth |
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Really thugging, ball shake back from nothing, I could work the streets |
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To the ground, out of town with killers, won't sleep when it's beef |
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Hit yo phone, pull up by myself, and I play for keeps |
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Talkin' reckless, you could keep yo necklace, see me better eat |
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It's on the Bible, I'm the last survivor, dirty slip on cleats |
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Business discreet, spilling my guts to no bitch, that make me unique |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Hitta on the table jumping (Hello?) cell (knock knock) |
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Hol' up I'm coming |
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Check the camera, oh that's Chuck? Let em in and take his money |
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What you got? He spending twenty? |
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Take this fifty, get back with me |
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1.0 weigh on the digit |
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Grams I'm lettin' em go for fifty |
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This that drop no soda whippin', I'm the sickest in the city |
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Stripper shakin' ass and titties |
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Money I throw counterfeited |
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Yeah I told you I was ignant, bitch I meant it really really |
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I got dope behind my ear |
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Under my New York Yankee fitted |
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[Hook] |
