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How could you niggaz hate me? I made myself so easy to love Ok! Okayyyy! Making em hate me That money stay on my mind I roll with the slimes you niggaz can't snake me In backseat of mine reclined that .40 beside ain't come with no safety You cross me you out of your mind i roll up beside ain't leaving no traces Nigga keep hating I think she like me Is it the drip or is it my bitch or maybe on icy Is it the kicks or maybe the whip or maybe I'm spicy Whatever it is she all on the dick she up in the whip I'm hitting her friends ain't calling Her wifey no Stay drippy like a runny nose 50 niggaz that's 100 poles Money like we did 100 shows You probably want it but I want it mo Man I probably hit ton of hoes And I probably made a ton of foes Send trolly they'll get exposed Make it rain gon wet his clothes Check out my drip look at my kicks Sneakers is is pricey (Look at they face) Look at ya bitch she all on my dick I think she like me (These niggaz be fake) See through em like a X-ray If it's beef then the tech spray Spin through hit a couple niggaz still spin right back the next day Niggaz is liars dawg I'm Lion I'm where the apes be I showed you loyalty I showed you love how could you hate me I kept it sturdy niggaz ain't worthy f*ck it I'm doing em dirty I'm sick of ballin' on niggaz but f*ck it I'll never retire my jersey I got the drop on you niggaz I dare you to call out my name Hit a nigga with 2 techs bet he get thrown out the game Y'all know the flow hall of fame Big Stizzy I gets busy I took a L got it right back did it all without a stimmy Making em hate me That money stay on my mind I roll with the slimes you niggaz can't snake me In backseat of mine reclined that .40 beside ain't come with no safety You cross me you out of your mind i roll up beside ain't leaving no traces Nigga keep hating I think she likes me Is it the drip or is it my bitch or maybe on icy Is it the kicks or maybe the whip or maybe I'm spicy Whatever it is she all on the dick she up in the whip I'm hitting her friends ain't calling Her wifey no Call never drop on the celly I'm getting top in the telly I'm in the back of the foreign it's boring My nigga is snoring I'm throwing on belly Shawty just hop in its popping she slim and she chocolate f*ck it I'm calling her Kelly I'm from the blocky I used to go copy and drop off them eagles they calling me Nelly And bitch I don't dance i bop shawty 2 hands that top f*ck you and that block I'm in the Hamptons they ain't even calling me handsome they like "damn you hot" I bring my bitch to the beach how much sand you got Come through air that out I put this piece on my neck and that .40 on hip when I wear that out Uh whats all the steering about? I got this shot out the mud Uh whats all the Karen about? I thought u niggas was thugs You niggas weirding me out static we clearing it out Hold up f*ck it they say its smoke in they section we coming and airing out Big piece on bling real gees don't sing no no no Don't speak this name big piece go bang woah woah woah New streets new game post ig still know that code F*ck you pay me only reason that I know Making em hate me That money stay on my mind I roll with the slimes you niggaz can't snake me In backseat of mine reclined that .40 beside ain't come with no safety You cross me you out of your mind i roll up beside ain't leaving no traces Nigga keep hating I think she likes me Is it the drip or is it my bitch or maybe on icy Is it the kicks or maybe the whip or maybe I'm spicy Whatever it is she all on the dick she up in the whip I'm hitting her friends ain't calling Her wifey no
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