Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
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Ha
Million dollar baby
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We play ing crazy bitch
Friends ain't really friends,
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just some cool ass niggas
Verse 2
You know that
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Give me a milli, I'm taking off
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and setting trends
Unbreakable nigga,
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really the type to nev er bend
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I been shaking shit off,
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fuck the hype, I'm losing friends
Should just do them tonight,
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it's a movement in my hands
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You was proving me wrong,
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texting niggas on the gram
You was proof of the pudding,
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you was flexing like a ham
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I was out in the streets,
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you was stressing out with scams
Told you switch to the grams,
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you started hating like your mans
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You got his dick in your hands, you
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know he hit you for them bands
Why you coming at me? You might be
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slipping on your plans
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Could've let hit you,
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he be tripping off them xans
Should've let strip you,
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I was thinking you was fam
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I'ma let twelve get you, them paper
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plates can get you jammed
Send shells to you, I'd rather
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box you in the sand
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I'ma leave it alone,
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I ain't tryna shake your hand
I can see in your bones,
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you was flaky like a yam
Them people leading you wrong,
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you tried to play me like a fan
You wasn't creeping along,
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nigga keep it hundred grand
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You wasn't looking for niggas,
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you was beeping niggas phones
How that make you a man?
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I be speeding all alone
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Got a crew of young niggas who'll
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run you nig gas home
Sneak dissing for bitches,
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that's why I put it on a song
Verse 3
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That's my real left hand, got real,
she snatch the boat
I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell,
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these niggas hoes
Verse 4
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bitch
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I ain't stop ping (I ain't
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stopping)
Verse 5
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I'm back to the city,
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I'm getting filthy when it snow
Shooting craps with a fifty,
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but really you niggas broke
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You rushing back with them giffies, you silly,
I was crushing the trap,
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getting tipsy off a four
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Niggas talking bout bae,
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just taking piccys at the store
I'm just walking to bae,
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but I ain't get it for the low
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You was talking in trace,
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you could've called your only bro
I be lost in them states,
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balling with my youngest ho
I'm a boss in this race,
you a turtle, kinda slow
I'ma floss with this cake, and leak it,
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serve you on a pole
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But I'm off of your case, just
had to let you niggas know
Put that on your page,
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but I bet you niggas won't
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That's my real left
Verse 6
hand, got real,
she snatch the boat
I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell,
these niggas hoes
That's my real left hand,
got real, she snatch the boat
I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell,
Verse 7
these niggas hoes
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Ha, big Taz naked
Ha
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