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She play with her nose while I'm slayin my foes
You aint big enough get on ya on tippy toes
I got this beehive on me nigga I'm buzzin
Moncler keepin it casual it's nothin
I pull dat big G-2-2 out start runnin
It been a looooong time comin
Call FEMA I got my neck flooded
Oh no they aint gettin money fuck it
You used to be my dog now I'm thinkin of puttin you down
I was in Murdaland I beat a case then I had to leave town
I moved to Inglewood I didnt see no good I stacked my paper well look at me now
I put this ice on my neck and its makin me smile but for some reason it make you frown
I fear no man yea yea I'm stronger than Conan yea yea
I'm so focused yea working hocus pocus yea yea
She like the way I move got them panties soakin yea yea
Upside with the groove get the party rollin yea yea

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You aint gotta like it but you still go respect it
You aint worth shit nigga you aint got investments
Niggas sleepin on me I dont have to get them stretched
You play yourself tryna play me wanna bet
I'm walkin with a stick but I am not the help
Opps takin Ls GG on my belt
I got fire in this mini hell
You need a spine like a empty shelf
I pipe up you pipe it down I'm the shit wipe me down
I'm with 40 gang this my pass nigga like me now
Lost my marbles dont be startled mind yo bidness I wont harm you
But if you want smoke I'll oblige I dont argue
I can see it in your eyes you goin broke
When its down to the wire you a choke
Light a nigga up let him smoke
I'll even let his homies take toke

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Writer(s): Aaron Ross
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