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Yeah!
I get it, I got it the whole f**king team
We are out here and popping (we popping!)
F**k all these rappers we come around
They just play dead like they possum (they possum!)
B*t*h we run the city so I hope they know
All that little sh*t stopping
They talking, they talking, that's all just some gossip
Till I'm in my coffin ain't taking no losses
Said I wouldn't get it b*t*h I got it (b*t*h, I got it)
They all up on my sh*t so get up off it (get up off it)
I'm doing all this work all for the profit
The only people hating got no money in they pockets, uh!
Ain't feeling these boys I'm killing these boys
Brttt, I'm drilling these boys
Bang, heavy artillery
Young Bill Clint make your girl go Hillary, boy

She gon' ride for the team for real
All the way live for the team for real
We gon' do it for the real for real
One time for the real for real
Real for real, real for real
Put on for the real for real
Real for real, real for real
One time for the real for real
Real for real

She telling me something (tellin' me something!)
She telling me that it was her in the back
Yeah she never knew nothing (nothin'!)
Saw that one coming gotta do something man
God damn, what the f**k is this?
Black on black, ignorance is bliss
I guess someone like this man f**k that sh*t
Ima need her keep quiet everytime that I hit
F**king that b*t*h on my sofa (sofa!)
Flip her over like a motorola
She gon' need a new loofah, head like Medusa
They keep on telling me I am a loser
You're probably right, I f**ked up that night
Believe in the rumors, you might (you might)
But you gon' see they'll be talking about me
Or should I say they'll be talking about we
Wa**up!

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair (affair)
The last one to know, the last one to show
I was the last one you thought you'd see there (see there)
And I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes
When I took his gla** of champagne (Papi)
And I toasted you, said honey we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain
Get her pu**y wetter than some brooks, Garth
And if tomorrow never comes or starts
Girl you were more than a memory
Girl you were more than a friend to me in low places
Pull me out the oven I'm baked b*t*h (baked b*t*h)
Ylti the outsider just getting higher
F**k all the drama, papa don't love mama
Don't sweat it we all standing outside of the fire for real

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