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Nobody On E
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Lil Duke
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Yeah f*ck is you doing, nigga? Bainz in the building with me Yeah (Leek, that's fye right there) Let's go You see me out, bet I got it on me Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat He think he gangster, gon' die when we met Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek I was just brakin' from 12 on the block Now we getting paid just to go on the stage YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm paid Twin on my face that got caught in the raid I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the cage Give me a year, I'ma cop me a maze Stay in thе mall, call it stuck in my ways I don't play games but I damn sure make plays Plus if I start it, I know I'ma finish Shе want a body and I want a milli' Robbin' and killin' Home of the murderers and some of the realest I just be chilling, can't get in my feelings They know I'm hard but don't wanna admit Niggas be hating but I still go and get it I'm in the trap, that bitch sending me titties YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm committed Bitch, it don't count if you broke and you pretty Walk in the mall, ballin', John Wall She keep on texting, I'm missin' her call Dodging the bullshit, I can't f*ck with at all [?] they callin' the law I want the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek Pissed off on IG but don't want no static Elliot jewelry, my water Atlantic Geeked out my mind on a whole 'nother planet You see me out, bet I got it on me Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat He think he gangster, gon' die when we met Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek I was just brakin' from 12 on the block Now we getting paid just to go on the stage Catch him and chop off his limbs Sipping these pints and I'm poppin' these pills I keep the baddest lil' thotties I pop the Addy, I'm out of my body This ain't court, we don't judge bitches for bodies I was too high, I just slept in the lobby Put it Post-It, I know they gon' copy I told her pull up and she got excited Free my lil' dawg, [?] got indicted I'm ready to crash out, ain't startin' a riot I really came out the jungle with lions Speak on my name and them bullets, they flyin' Stay down and ran that shit up out the gate Traps keep on calling, they don't wanna wait Spot in LA and it came with a maid I'm quarantine clean, now the money well made You see me out, bet I got it on me Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat He think he gangster, gon' die when we met Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek I was just brakin' from 12 on the block Now we getting paid just to go on the stage
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