I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked
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Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas
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I came to make y'all freak one another
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I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin'
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We keep watching niggas die for simple things
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So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up
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Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust
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Now I don't stop, but I smoke weed
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I ain't gotta pop rocks no more I got G's
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Just wave you hands from side to side
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Cause we gone show keep it live
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We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin', I keep rippin'
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I keep women, I creep and keep hittin'
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They impressed with my shoe size, deuce I'm with you tonight
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Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice
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When I'm called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on with us
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Can't ball with us, too hard to touch
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22 fuckin' up they callin' us
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Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust
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They keep rushin' for status, some more than you got it
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All for cabbage as far as we got it
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So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge
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Bout to go loco on these niggas, leave'em for dead, and
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When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut
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I'm 22, We West-Chi
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And I'm da motherfuckin' Brat right
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[Hook: say x2]
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If you won't ride then say so, why play make dough
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Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes
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Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best blow
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It's potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours
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When I hit the door, nigga best move, guess who
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We ain't got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves and a vest too
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Test who why you trippin' we came to party
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Run game and probably leave the party with somebody
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Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it
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And when I fuck 'em they hypnotized
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Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes
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Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown
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In my zone, I'm a grown man, gone I ain't tryin' to keep her
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She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep creepin'
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Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a sudden
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A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she
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Scared to cut fuckin' too many hoes, me I got
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Twenty hoes, I'ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, see a show
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Let it be known playa west to east
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Cause I'm the dog that fell in love with the Georgia Peach
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[Hook]
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I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga I thought not
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Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked
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Got too much of my own shit to stop
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And look for niggas, when I make any dick rock
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Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say
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They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed and shit
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Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and I'm Brat
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One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find me
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On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click, believe a bitch
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Cause ain't no nigga hated on the pussy yet
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Squeeze the dick, got grip, they can't forget
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Ain't a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me
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Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me
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They say is she is or is she ain't a dyke
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You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight
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[Hook]
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Breeve On 'Em
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Da Brat |