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Boy you¡¯ve been pussy for a long time
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I know I went to school with these niggas, I was bluesin these niggas
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When it¡¯s deep I¡¯m on the front line, head first
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Plus I got some gutta hoes who keep burnings lane hurr
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Getting the niggas in a hearse
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Playing games, plus I heard that he been workin for them people sayin names
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Man I can¡¯t wait to catch that bitch and bust his brain
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These snitchin ass niggas steady fuckin up the game
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But I¡¯mma hit you with that thing, put some led in you
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You think you safe cuz you workin with the feds nigga?
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Tell me what you smoking on, I don¡¯t know where you¡¯re at
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Shit all I know is you gon have to come home
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I¡¯mma be waitin in yo motherfuckin closet all day long
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I ho out of that bitch and hit you with some yay long
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Niggas wanna hate so tell em to get they hate on
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My bank account swolle, doin shows when I stay gone
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Tell you like this, nah I ain¡¯t the one to fake on
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Play games with them other lame niggas cuz that¡¯s what they on
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Conversation cost like you talkin on a payphone
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See roachin ass niggas be the mainly get my spray on
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(Hook)
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These niggas tryina get like me
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But you ain¡¯t from where I¡¯m from, you ain¡¯t shit like me
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Man pussy get you fucked when you dealin with G¡¯s
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That layin pussy get you fucked when you dealin with G¡¯s
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And you a pussy, a pussy, a pussy, a pussy
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A pussy, a pussy, a pussy yea yea
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You ain¡¯t from where I¡¯m from, you ain¡¯t shit like me
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Man pussy get you fucked when you dealin with G¡¯s
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(Verse)
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We can handle this shit the street way
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Whatever I spot I¡¯m like I don¡¯t give a fuck, I shoot at you on the freeway
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Bring you off your road and hit you up with this K man
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Catch you close range and put em all in yo face man
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Ra-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta, you better play mane
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And no I ain¡¯t gon miss you bitches, I got a straight aim
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Better watch what you sayin if you say it to me
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Cuz my niggas don¡¯t even charge, they bust heads for free
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I tell my partner walk up on you, that¡¯s just what¡¯s it gon be
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Yellow tape and white sheet, fuck with me you¡¯re deceased
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They steady runnin they mouth like they bow to this shit
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And if you wanna know the truth I¡¯m getting tired of this shit
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Oh slit it, cappin ass nigga, say it to my face
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I don¡¯t really give a damn about catchin that pase
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Ok so you got some hands, well let me see put yo hands up
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I bet I¡¯ll woop yo ass til you can¡¯t stand up
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Showin out in front of these bitches, I¡¯m getting fed up
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Don¡¯t let these ratchet ass hoes get yo head bust
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Anybody don¡¯t wanna get murdered get the fuck out
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My nigga I stay ready for the bust out
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I¡¯m 51-50
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(Hook)
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These niggas tryina get like me
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But you ain¡¯t from where I¡¯m from, you ain¡¯t shit like me
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Man pussy get you fucked when you dealin with G¡¯s
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That layin pussy get you fucked when you dealin with G¡¯s
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And you a pussy, a pussy, a pussy, a pussy
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A pussy, a pussy, a pussy yea yea
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You ain¡¯t from where I¡¯m from, you ain¡¯t shit like me
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Man pussy get you fucked when you dealin with G¡¯s
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Pussy
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Hurricane Chris |