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I don't really fuck with you niggas. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Too many snakes, too real to fake it. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Smile in my face and still out my business. I don't really fuck with you niggas. Y'all fake and so phony.
You niggas'll turn on your homie. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
My niggas be on it and they ain't gon' never turn on me. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Too many snakes, too real to fake it. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Smile in my face and still out my business. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Y'all fake and so phony. You niggas'll turn on your homie.
I don't really fuck with you niggas. My niggas be on it and they ain't gon' never turn on me.
That nigga's a coward. He really be sour. That money bring power.
Talkin' that shit, it'll get you devoured. So fresh and so clean like I stay in the shower.
Step outside, let me water these flowers. They cuttin' my britches, you seein' my trousers.
Don't look, you get stitches. Can't talk any louder.
My bitch in the kitchen, she cookin' that powder. Callin' it flour. What's up?
In the kitchen, just whippin' them grits. Niggas be actin', y'all life is a skit.
My bitch in the room, talkin' 'bout makin' some flicks. Soap on the dishes but no need to rinse.
If I go out for kill, then I come and repent. Feelin' condemned just for some revenge. For real.
How you gon' fabricate? It don't make sense.
No need to elaborate how that shit is. Niggas be talkin' 'bout they real.
Talkin' 'bout they ballin' but don't know how to handle the pill. Nigga, I'm outchea for real.
Been outchea thuggin' since I was lil'. I am legend like Will, let me teach 'em a skill.
Let me call Spike for the film. I never been laid up and weak 'cause I play for the rim.
Smokin' that kush with no stem. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Too many snakes, too real to fake it. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Smile in my face and still out my business. I don't really fuck with you niggas. Y'all fake and so phony.
You niggas'll turn on your homie. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
My niggas be on it and they ain't gon' never turn on me. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Too many snakes, too real to fake it. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Smile in my face and still out my business. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Y'all fake and so phony. You niggas'll turn on your homie.
I don't really fuck with you niggas. My niggas be on it and they ain't gon' never turn on me.
I don't really fuck with you niggas. I'm dolo. They turn they back for promo.
They ho know that I be with that flash like a photo. Solo, ridin' with that nine, Tony Romo.
Oh no, pull up with lil' slime and that. 44.
Don't fuck with you niggas, you niggas is coward. Money and power all that I'm after.
Not for the chatter, none of it matter. Pockets is fatter, runnin' your bladder.
Gun in your gutter, you better run faster. Better come catch ya. If you diss me, a disaster.
I pull around for the capture. I'm sellin' pounds through the rapture. Follow a nigga, get at ya.
Boo'd up, pulled up when I pass ya. Shoot a lit up, let me ask ya.
Threw a scripture, I'm a pastor. Threw a fifty mile Havana. Screw your bitch and mama bathroom.
I ain't really have to ask her. Roll a Philly, I'ma match her.
Rollin' sixty, I ain't grapple. All my niggas from the slapper. Put a picture on your back.
I ain't missin' my attack. I ain't slippin' on crack. I ain't pimpin', I'm a mack. Lisa
Simpson with the sacks. Not to mention that with that. In the kitchen for a sack.
I'ma get 'em, he a rat. Before I hit him, need a rag.
Before we split, we need it back. Call it quits and squeeze the gat. All my niggas need that.
All my killers keep that. You ain't with us, keep back. Nobody, nigga, Keith Sweat.
Runnin' plays, deep threat. I ain't been asleep yet. All my niggas need that.
All my killers keep that. Nobody, nigga, Keith Sweat. Runnin' plays, deep threat.
I ain't been asleep yet. I don't really fuck with you niggas. Too many snakes, too real to fake it.
I don't really fuck with you niggas. Smile in my face and still out my business.
I don't really fuck with you niggas. Y'all fake and so phony.
You niggas'll turn on your homie. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
My niggas be on it and they ain't gon' never turn on me. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Too many snakes, too real to fake it. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
Smile in my face and still out my business. I don't really fuck with you niggas. Y'all fake and so phony.
You niggas'll turn on your homie. I don't really fuck with you niggas.
My niggas be on it and they ain't gon' never turn on me. All my niggas need that.
All my killers keep that. You ain't with us, keep back. Nobody, nigga, Keith Sweat.
Runnin' plays, deep threat. I ain't been asleep yet. All my niggas need that.
All my killers keep that. Nobody, nigga, Keith Sweat. Runnin' plays, deep threat.
I ain't been asleep yet, nigga.