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Oh no! The out I'ma to punch yo, lights out Get the fuck back, ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't still I've been and bustin' two And I been thankin' of you Upside ya forehead And if your jump in, "Oh girl", they'll be mo' dead Causin' confusion, The Peace not an illusion, we running the streets So bye-bye to all you and gold diggers Is there a bumper on ass? No nigga! I'm doin' a hundred on the So if you do the speed limit, get the outta my way I'm D.U.I., ever caught sober And you to get ran the FUCK over
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Here I come, I go Uh oh! jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You that fuckin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm through Hit the stage and knock the down I fuck the crowd up, that's I do Young and successful, a sex The bitches me to fuck, true true Hold up wait up, "Oh up, get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?" Side linin' my fuckin' Tryin' to get my child support soon Give me that truck and take that back Who these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a But I'ma tell you this bitch You not walk in front of my tour bus
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Too bad I'm on the track Beef, got the right Hit the trunk, the pump pump, I'll be right back We buyin' out, showin' scars out We heard there's out, so we brought the cars out Grab the cause we popping tonight, Beat the shit outta for stoppin' tha fight I got a fifth of the remy, the Belve and 'cris I'm sellin' shit up in the like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, up niggas I'm from the D.E.C., to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your Grab ya four, start a fight dog, the party So bitch, get out the way hoe All you motherfuckers make way for 2-0 So
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