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Stolen Haven
Stolen Haven

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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
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We'll buy a zip of weed, hit the club,
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pay for about ten niggas to get in.
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We crunk, lit, in it, bitch. Yeah.
You know, we walk around
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the world.
Steppin' out, givin' a damn
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about where our feet land at. Yeah.
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Get your ass mushed. Smushed.
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Yeah. 21. The biggest.
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Put a nigga in the chicken lane.
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21, can you do somethin' for me
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Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me
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Then 21, can you do somethin' for me
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Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me
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Then 21, can you do somethin' for me
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Can you talk to the opps next for me
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21, do your thing, 21, do your thing
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Do your thing, 21,
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Yellow diamonds and a watch,
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this shit cost a lot
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Never send a bitch or die,
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that's how you get shot
IDM in vanish mode, I do that shit a lot
Took her panties off
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and this bitch thicker than a plot
All my S's ain't nothing,
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them hoes busted
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If my opps ain't rapping,
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they ass thuggin'
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You ain't ready to pull the trigger,
don't clutch it
I know you on your period,
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baby, can you suck it?
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I'm a savage, smacker,
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booty, and ma gic
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I'd slap a pussy nigga with the ratchet
I might slap a tracker on his whip
and get the addy
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Don't call me on Christmas Eve,
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bitch, call your daddy
Bitch, call your uncle, bitch,
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don't call me
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Always in my ill, your whore a flea
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Why my opps be posting guns
and only use they feet?
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Hey, like a athlete, I got
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All you hoes, all of you hoes
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Need to remember who y 'all talking to
It's the Slaughter Gang CEO
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I got a dick for you
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if I'm not working, girl
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If I'm busy, then fuck no
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You need to find you someone else to call
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When your bank account get low
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You need to find
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you someone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit
Ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit
Ayy, sticks and stones,
chrome on chrome
That's just what a n***a
on Internet clones,
got them kissin' through the phone
Pussies clickin' up
so they don't feel alone, ayy
Man, n****s seein' me,
I'm young, money, CMB
I used to roll with CMG,
the house is not a B &B
The bad bitches waitin' on a
n***a like I'm P &D
I'm steady pushin' P,
you n****s pushin' PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club,
fuck a TMZ
I used to want a GMC
when Ro was doin' B &E
We revvin' up and goin'
on a run like we DMC
I lay up with her for a couple days,
then it's BRB
Rappers love askin' if I fuck
when you know he did
When you know he did
She came in heels,
but she left out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin' every 24
like Kobe did
Shoutout to the 6, RIP to 8
Swear this shit is gettin' 8,
I'm on 10 for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve,
but I don't reciprocate
Fifty -one divisions,
stay patrollin' when it's late
Twenty -one, my Eddie,
so the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eatin' off
a Baccarat plate
Niggas see Drake,
and they underestimate
Take it from a vet,
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that's a rookie -ass mistake, ayy
Why?
Slaughter gang shit,
ain't murder gang shit, ayy
Slaughter gang shit,
ain't murder gang shit, ayy
Slaughter gang shit,
ain't murder gang shit,
and we gone
Why look, you the motherfuckin' man,
why you, whoo, you is the man, you hear me?

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