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Light up the za To the face Ay, ay Light up the za, I'ma smoke to the face It's just a four, cause these niggas be fake Put on a shirt, you can't run from your fate These niggas ain't nothing, we make them jump gates These niggas be pussy, we make them run laps Niggas be 12, his phone, probably tap If I ain't at the yo, you catch me at the trap Play me a beat and you know I'ma snap When I hear the beat, then you know I'ma walk I'm running shit, just like Marshall Faulk They play with the four, they outline him in chalk These niggas be put up, they hiding in the house Can't wait till I catch me a nigga O'Dell Bitch, I'm having cheese, but I ain't talking Rotel Make niggas check in like this a hotel That guap made me happy, I feel like Pharrell That guap made me happy, boy I'm chasing cheese Bitch, I'm on the block like I'm Kenneth Farid I catch me a opp, I'ma up and then squeeze Bless me a nigga like I heard him sneeze Bless me a nigga, I send him to heaven Tene made a legend on 727 Get hit with that switch, turn shit to spaghetti My bitch got that wap, and I'm having fetti But she want my number, she calling me daily If you wanna hear me, then you gotta pay me Know my pockets stuffed, now I'm feeling like Baby You know I'm the one, like I'm Tracy McGrady Bitch, I've been one, I'm feeling like Rylo You know that we making the off, Duck they taco Rapping on beats, but I'm still on the block, though Let's go, let's go
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