Rapper friends Akkorde von 
Mg Sleepy 
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Key: C major•
Verse 1
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I love the gang, I love the hustle,
man
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Yesterday I said, fuck rap,
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now I'm back again
In the studio with coffee cups
and my rapper friends
Two -steppin' in my lil' shoes,
this a rapper dance
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Up this fat bitch to kick back
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and send yo' as s to France
I'm finna roll up, I would,
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who wanna match the dad?
I ain't even gettin' dressed this week,
it's been a rack on pants
Can't touch so many fuckin' grounds,
I need to wash my hands
Paranoid and I don't trust nobody,
be the pop, my mans
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The opps runnin' with the faster legs
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Told the bitch come over,
now she sleepin' in the master bed
Now she leanin' over,
eatin' dick,
givin' master hand
Fuck a handout, just ask around,
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I'm the last to bend
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I been plottin' on the lick,
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I need faster bread
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I'll rob you out your shit
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and do the laugh in' dance
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Bro, I'll stab you in your shit,
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he the slash er man
You can't do the shit I do,
you wouldn't last a chance
Soul coke on these streets,
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mad hash, weed, Her on
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As long as niggas is feelin' it,
a nigga like me
Could hustle, hustle, hustle,
hustle, hustlin'
Anything these niggas buyin',
I'ma sell it to em'
Nigga call me askin' bout some drink,
I sold him metal fluid
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Remember I was pullin' scales
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and talkin' hel la fluent
I can show you how to jigger, n***a,
but that ain't included
Put up that lil' ass gun for a Bitch
Em
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Put up that lil' ass gun for
I'll take your room
And send a bitch to take you out your shit
and she ain't no booster
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I had to meet up with the plug,
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yesterday I roosted
So I ain't finna throw
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n****s no bag
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if you ain't gon' move it
That's like throwin' you the strap
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and you ain't gon' shoot it
You ain't got no purpose
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around this bitch
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if you broke and useless
I ain't wanna kill the n***a,
but he made me do it
You the one I picked that gun up,
they ain't make you shoot it
Finna take a trip to Hollywood,
I'm bout to make a movie
Fuckin' on that lil' black bitch,
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that's some roas ted doonies
Wallace, it's a jib,
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me and Sleek, we was both in juvie
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You can't run off with a bag,
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you must think I'm foolish
Shot the nigga in his head,
he need a brain removal
I ain't have no food,
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50 cent s is what I pay for noodles
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She like kids on her face,
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callin' toast a shooter
Got no cheese, but you killin',
you a broken shooter
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I'ma step on my haters with a slow
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maneuver
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You
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