My bank account tellin’ me to calm down
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They bill boys tellin’ me to climb down
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Niggas pillow talkin’, let me find out
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To give a fuck about later victim all night
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You know the shot is what I do though
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Bitch, you know I’m flexin’ about a necklace and a 2 door
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Monday in a Rolly, Tuesday in a Tupla
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Beat killin’ crap niggas this is what I do though
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These niggas is lamy, always complainin’, doin’ the same shit
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Step all up on Twitter, to make you follow, suck on the same dick
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I’m tired of these niggas, tired of arguing over the same bitch
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Niggas funny like comics, I’m wealthy nigga I ain’t rich
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My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch
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Pop records but made is Ferrari, that’s the lane switch
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Switch it up, all these niggas work for number change
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Grown up, all you niggas, yea my number changed
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Hit boy, all these rappers wastin’ beats
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I bought all my clip toys and those niggas wastin’ heat
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Yea, I talk that beat noise aka I’m TNT
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I blow that shit up, get up
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This boy you can’t get rid of
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Don’t fuck with my old bitches like a bad flirt
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Every industry niggas that had her
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Shake a tree like a pumpkin just to smash her
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Bitches break in codes but I’m the password
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Now it’s time for young niggas to shake down shit
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If you yappin’ in the club then you surround it
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They say he trippin’ on some gray hound shit
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He didn’t listen, now he listenin’ to the ground bitch
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Put him out
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He’s sleepin’
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With all the snickers on his chest he barely breathin’
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Like his lights out, he took a beatin’
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Hand on his chest holdin’ his hard pledge of allegiance
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Damn, this bitch call me the Theraflu
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Took her shoppin’, bought her 15 hundred pair of shoes
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Uh, Theraflu
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I’m a cold ass nigga
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Fuck you
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Way Too Cold (Theraflu) (Freestyle)
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| Chris Brown |
