Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
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It's 3am West Coast time nigga
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We at Fat Burger
Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers,
nigga
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Know what I'm talking about? Ay
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She pussy popping pocket watching
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Bad credit cash it out
Fresh up off the lot
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No back and forth yipping yapping
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F
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Niggas getting shot
10 million, 20 acres
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Flooded out my crib and
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Told my jeweller you the illest
Reneg on my contract
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Told my label I don't feel it
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Fell out with my partner
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He mixed friendship with our business
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Broke up with my bitch
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'Cuz she was too much in her feelings
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I may fuck her friend
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Fuck it I may fuck her friend
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Between me and you
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I always wanted to fuck her friend
F
Lord you gotta forgive my sins
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F
That's one fuck nigga you ain't
gotta worry about again
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I'm forever thuggin' I ain't
never changed
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In plain colors but forever banging
F
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Blowing money but I'm maintaining
Blowing money but I'm maintaining
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I got a gambling problem but
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money can't really solve it
Trying to help all the real niggas
Hate to see a nigga starving
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Hate to see nigga robbing they
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own people shit, disloyal
Bitch trying to give me the
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I grew listening to 2pac and that Biggie
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F
Jay- z and that Nas
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No gimmick rappers niggas
Back when record labels turned real
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niggas into stars, and
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Sending niggas to Mars, and
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F
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Nowadays the game done got hard
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You get shot that make you hot
But where I'm from that
Before I be a pussy I'd rather
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F
I throw me some guns
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Never see me do that
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F
I came too far to look back
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I did too much to get here
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100 grand in one night
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50k in one flight
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I've been trapping my whole life
Ain't no secret I be thuggin'
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Ain't no secret I be hustlin'
Picking loyalty over money
F
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Money orders to my homies
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Groupie bitches be all on me
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Leave your phones at the door
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You won't put me on no blog
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F
Once I fuck you gotta go
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3am ain't nothing open but IHOP
And a bitch legs, and my trap spot
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I said 3am I'm trapping
And I'm connected to
the plug like a hotspot
F
I'm a grower we don't do droughts
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Birds in the sky we call them iClouds
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You know the birds fly down south
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I took a bitch to eat at Mr. Chow's
I met the plug at Benihanah
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On hibachi grills eating
rice and talking numbers
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I don't do no middle men
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And I don't trust no runners
I'ma pay on time and I won't
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F
never take you under
I'm an OG dope boy
I ain't nothing like these youngins
I don't take the dope I'm selling
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I won't ever do no telling
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Overnight my pack, yeah,
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we call that FedEx
I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talking UPS
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