Tonalità: C major•
Verse 1
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Uh- huh
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A.c. Is the motherfuckin' diva (yeah)
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Y'all know what the fuck goin' on,
ayo
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I'm screamin', "Fuck bitches" (fuck bitches)
Verse 2
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"Titty- fuck bitches" (fuck bitches)
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I'm up, bitches, No Doze, what,
bitches? (Come on)
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Pearl handle thirty, yeah,
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booms in the cut
Snooze if you want, when I do's,
it gets done, it's a- (woo)
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It's that real (uh- huh), pussy
stay mad still
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I just light up your ave' and pop
me an Advil (uh- huh)
It's Louis 'stead of Goose now,
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hundred dollar hiccups (yeah)
They say I got the juice now,
like I'm Mark Bishop (grrah)
My only competition starin' at me
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in the mirror (what up?)
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Mama told me not to grow up fast,
I ain't wanna hear it (man, I don't wanna hear it)
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Got a team of bad bitches (uh- huh), when they pass,
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get the shivers (what else?)
Cut it back, get the scissors,
G
when the cash get delivered (ha)
Don't catch feelings,
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I catch flights (I catch flights)
I don't chase niggas,
and no type (nah, no type)
You the ho type,
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I'm the dough type (uh- huh)
Murder scene, C's killin' all the shit
y'all ghostwrite, huh (haha)
Chain where the titties be (titties be),
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bag where the blicky be (uh- huh)
On some chill shit,
but this MAC on a killin' spree (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I ain't the hottest out, is you kiddin' me?
G
(Ah, is you kiddin' me? )
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Fuck- bitches wanna click with me (The Butcher comin',
nigga)
'Cause they really scared to be my
enemy (yeah, yeah, woo)
Verse 3
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I've been nice since
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Vogues and flat tops
Maurice Malone and crack rock
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When will all of this cap stop?
I didn't bring this ghetto to
slapbox (no)
Rappers gon' fold,
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like laptops (laptops)
I represent for all the have-
nots (have- nots)
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Coaches don't jump with the
mascots (uh- uh)
I just pick who take the last
shot (last shot)
G
Two hundred grand on a coffee table
Covered it, I thought we lost the table
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Get a strip and get some raw for sale
I'ma tell you how a boss'll tell you
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Don, I'm feeling like a star
I remember when a nigga had it hard
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as hell (hard as hell)
Precious years wasted off in jail
That's a story that my
scars'll tell (ah)
Let me welcome niggas
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to the terror dome
This the jigsaw marathon
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Every member got carats on
(all of us)
We runnin' shit, so we share batons
G
West had it, passed it to Conway
I got to watch how it was carried
on (I watched)
F
Very strong, eight bar
Kept his foot on niggas' necks very long
G
On my turn, I embarrassed y'all
But I knew that I would bury
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y'all (I knew it)
'Mani up and the gang got her prepared
for y'all (ah)
She ain't scared of y'all
Verse 4
lil' niggas (uh)
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G
Fly by you in the Cullinan (uh), just left
F
the plug again (woo)
Crackheads do the runnin' man (haha), the
money runnin' in (yeah)
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Couldn't fit no more inside the pot,
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I had to stuff it in (I had to stuff 'em in)
Free my nigga Woe', he five summers
in (free Big Woe')
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Playin' with her pussy in the
Hellcat, I'm like "Come again"
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She like, "I wanna go upstairs", I'm like,
"I want a hundred bricks" (hahaha)
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You know I'm on God time,
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wrist time, brick time
Southside, barbershop, parkin' lot
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Fed cameras outside (yeah) and they
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was patient (they was patient)
They was waitin'
(they wanted was bad)
They was watchin' us like Everybody
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Loves Raymond (hahaha)
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My young boy hangin' out the Corvette,
sprayin'
(Brrt, bah, bah, bah, brrt, bah)
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ah
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Griselda, Michelle, West behind the wheel
And I'm in the back, stampin' Stoves on kilos,
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for real (for real)
Outro 1
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