(Verse)
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I look like em, I talk em,
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I dress like em, I smoke like em
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Drive cars like em, fuck hoes like em
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Fuck niggas don’t really like em
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Ball hard like I sike em
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Recruitin goons, shoot good like em
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Boojy nigga, you ain’t really like em
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Bad bitches got one idol
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My yacht master this ice though
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Play with me then it’s light out
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Bad bitch pull the pipe off
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Been there, we want pussy power
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My side bitch, she Persian
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Pussy tight like a virgin
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Here long got nails curving
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When we heat them all, we splurging
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Pulled off, I’m spurring
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Five star like Birdman
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Six racks, said me an Mike Marcus
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I’m ballin Julius Erwin
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Black Cadillac’s in suburban’s
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Black Cadillac’s in suburban’s
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Through traffic they swerving
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Black tints in lurkin
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(Hook)
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No clouds but I rain like that
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I just like em, that’s why the crowd like em
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Get that style, screamin BSM
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Phantom Ghost frightening
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We need the cool of psychic
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The sniper riffle shootin so long
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If you ain’t dead nigga hold on
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This molly juice got me so gone
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You say you’re right but you’re so wrong
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Just like em, I wanted to be with them for so long
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Shots fired, man down
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They’re bad as hell, hold on
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(Verse)
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I got albums like em, got hitched like em
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I’m a boss like em, rock shows like em
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Critic hatin but the fans like em
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Broke hoes don’t really like em
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Open doors like em, build labels like em
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Singin artists like em, got sponsors like em
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Own clothing line, own a liquor store with no liquor license
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Keep a pistol on me, fuck a gun license
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Off the brain, I ain’t even write it
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Just like em, I’m street like em
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Sleep on me, I’mma good night em, no need for fightin
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Expedite him, send him on his way
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And supreme call me every day
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Fish, you will need a compliment to look like this
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OG said you’ve been done being Chris
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Snakes in the grass and I’m leanin through the lics
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You ain’t talkin money, nigga it’s irrelevant
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‘Cus she’s my slut and my bitch elegant
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Swag I regained, throwin this in
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Fuck you blondies, I did what I mean
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Don’t worry bout bitch, don’t worry bout Wayne
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Got rich on swag I land
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I made you niggas, no offense
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(Hook)
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No clouds but I rain like that
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I just like em, that’s why the crowd like em
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Get that style, screamin BSM
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Phantom Ghost frightening
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We need the cool of psychic
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The sniper riffle shootin so long
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If you ain’t dead nigga hold on
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This molly juice got me so gone
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You say you’re right but you’re so wrong
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Just like em, I wanted to be with them for so long
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Shots fired, man down
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They’re bad as hell, hold on
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Rainy Dayz
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| Waka Flocka Flame |
