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Leave all the talk I used to know his grandmother I went 'round there to tell her he wouldn't pull his pants up His grandmother got the house wide open She one of them goddamn hustlers Give a damn if he walked outside naked Man, I really give a fuck Get on that Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin' I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin' I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes In the trap, goin' hard, turnin' soft in the heart Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call With my life on the line, was it dead or injectin'? Never subject to tech, the mafia for real Bitch, I grew up in the bricks, ain't talkin' 'bout a unit My whip a couple bricks, I'm talkin' 'bout them units Mathematical slammer, got educated in jail If your label bein' greedy, that label subject to fail On my knees talkin' to Jesus, I'm havin' trouble to fail Screamin' BWA made a shape forever prevail Bless Lee Ermey with his charges, the lawyers ain't playin' fair Spend my budget on recordin' or get him out of the chair And my girl just had my daughter and I ain't get to be there But I can't be like my father who hardly was ever there If I turn my life around, will my problems leave me alone? Yellin' "Free my nigga Larm" 'cause you know he finna be home Red nose, white tail, got a reindeer ring in my phone Chiefin' Keef and sweets with Keisha, sativas mixed with Patrón Your girl a diva, she not even, I'm 'bout to pass her the Folly Gaze, know it's got a name but I don't know what I could call it, wait Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin' I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin' I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes In the trap, goin' hard, turnin' soft in the heart Nigga say he want it all, I say let me make a call With my life on the line, was it dead or injectin'? Never subject to tech, the mafia for real I put a fifty inside of a glizzy and Told a lil' youngin' go get some stupid I put an onion inside of the pot Now watch that bitch turn into liquid They had sold one of my cars in the city They thought I was back with the business I don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' I did So they don't come askin' who did it Project look like the wild, we had the trap on fire Twelve come hit a nigga door, we was standin' In that bitch tryna find us somewhere to hide Four sets of dope, let's go Put the whole city on lock Me and T-Hitz gon' have fun, bruh We was fuckin' 'round tryna put somethin' in the pot Fuckin' 'round tryna put somethin' in the box Real crack baby, had dope in my sock Land up in Cali but we drove to Nevada We was fuckin' 'round tryna find somewhere to shop Bad bitch with me, what's wrong with these niggas? Niggas always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a thot Got mom by the sink, got G by the stove Nigga always talkin' 'bout somethin' with a pot Catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin' I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes I said catch me in the kitchen, but I ain't water whippin' I'm cleanin' off the scales, but I ain't talkin' fishes Flipper, then go on Aliquippa I hit it with that yay, make them bitches think it's Christmas I'm thuggin' like it's legal, me and my nigga mister You know I tote the pistol, we call them bitch pistola You know that strap didn't vanish, I say I got that coca We say that cocaína, I laugh like a hyena My bitch name her Christina, I'm talkin' 'bout that cleaner I ain't talkin' 'bout the cleaner, when you talkin' 'bout the cleaners My niggas'll come and clean you Clock back, watch back, stop that hatin' ass Pussy niggas, everybody with a top ass See the Porsche Panamera, drop that Everybody got a cock back I ain't talkin' legs, I'm talkin' 'bout the spread

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