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My Bullets whistle like |
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And Fly right pass ya dome |
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My Bullets whistle like |
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A Hundred shots a nigga gone |
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My Bullets whistle like |
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I got that Typewriter tommy gun just like Capone |
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My Bullets like |
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6 feet deep another homie gone |
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[Verse 1:] |
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We Juggle woman and we smuggle them bricks |
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New 750 model hug on my dick |
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I send a hater hater a postcard from paradise |
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The beach sandy that money got the setting right |
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No money less stress |
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Now all my enemies are in my book of death |
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I'm in that Luis Bomber |
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Yeah my car is like the stealth bomber |
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I see popo I mash when I hit the corner |
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Money at the bar raise the global economy |
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Global phone leer jet recession don't bother me |
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Herme's slippers fat ass cell |
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Two sisters I'm so ambitious like pharell |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I'm far from a legend I'll never be one |
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Street hall of fame die with a big gun |
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Like E-money my Troy at the sports bar |
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I get money and blow it on a sha'pa |
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Interscope wanna divide and conquer |
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Momma always told me don't trust em |
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R.I.P to Derry ... Albert |
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To get an education need a 40 cal 'cuz |
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Lock your doors and hide your children |
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Shortie 13 years old and he dead on linen |
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Same day different shit |
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[Repeat Hook:] |
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[Hook:] |
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My Bullets whistle like |
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And Fly right pass ya dome |
