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I just ain't wanna stop talkin', man, I don't know whyMan, I wanna act stupid 'round this bitch or somethin', man(Evidently, I been shoppin' with Ken)I don't wanna go through this no moreAyy, I don't wanna hurt you, have to let you goI knowI hold it down, don't never leave me lonelydon't do me wrongBig diamonds on me, mm (Ooh)These times of the mornin', I be lonely, slimeOoh, ooh, ooh (Ayy, talk that shit, Top)Do you love me? Can I trust you?Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?Keep that burner on merun up on me I'm burnin' somethin', oohCan't take this pain out my bodyBut fuck that, I got these diamonds on meyoung nigga, I been shinin' like a star, I know my bodyFuck that, they took my daddybut won't come take away my lil' brotherMM, 3, tell 'em I'm 'bout businеssI hold it down around this motherfucker, niggaDon't nobody have a job but my grandfathеr, niggaSo fuck you think payin' for everythingfor my mother and my sister and my brother, nigga?I'm so fucked up, I made it outI'm rich as fuck and how I feelI'm still caught up in the struggle, niggaBut shit, I'm great, they let my nigga outmy day one, DDawg, that's my fuckin' brother, niggaHuh, he'll chase you downTwelve years old, he knock one offwe had to sit ten years around, man, manTired of all these fake-ass people 'round mesmilin', tryna down meAll this pussy-ass whisperin', what you sayin' about me?Bitch, let me catch like one thingI put this on my mama, I'm too realI let you inside my life, I'ma slime youI'm gangster, bitchI'm danger, nigga, R. I. P. my unclehe got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga, manThis shit man, it's some- strangerlike my nigga Jim Morrison, everything strangeEven the women, when you don't wanna bewith 'em or try to get anyMan, I'm ready go back to prisonI ain't, I ain't got no love in this bitchI ain't got no great feelingDamn, I got that big Bentleyride up in it and I swear to GodI feel amazin' in it, been winnin', niggaOpps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bagmake me mad, I got them hittersput your face up in it, niggaMan, tell them 'bout the niggas that was beefin' with mePut four of his brothers' face on a teethat bitch been sleepin' with itLook, man, tell them 'em 'bout them niggasthat was beefin' with mePut four of his brothers' face on tophis fuckin' t-shirt, nigga, huh?Man, it's lil' Top, I keep my Glockdon't want no problem with you, nojust leave me 'lone, just carry onJust carry on, I'm tryna move 'roundI don't want you, just leave me 'loneI got a bad bitch in my homeLet me do anything I wantI buy her anything I want, she tell me anything to please meGang, these pussy niggas ain't 'bout nothin'I put you straight inside my trunkyou niggas Stevie, don't wan' see meOn GodWhat the fuck, why I'm up early in that mornin'?Everybody in this room don't know nothin' 'bout meOr they probably wanna come kill DDawg, he dog somethin'But I guarantee you, I'll kill somethingI'll hurt all y'allWhy? 'Cause, you my motherfuckin' hoes and I'm a big dogI know you wouldn't even hold it downY'all followin' niggas that even sold me downBitch, I ain't no clown, nigga, fuck y'allI'm out my mind, oohLet me hit my knees one more time, oohI'm a soldier, I thought I told youI'll run down on you (Come here)I'll run down on you (Bitch, come here, come here)I get to singin' them blues, how you in blue?I make the sound with myI make the, I make the, make the Glock make the tunes (Ooh)Oh, I got my Glock makin' tunes (Ooh)These dog-ass hoes don't love meI buy 'em anything, that's why they sit upput up with anythingI gave her a wedding ring and that bitchain't my wife for nothingI'm how I done came, just like a man, I'm strictly thuggin'All them times I was being lameif I hurt you, girl, I love youThey don't wanna see me ballin'I been caught up in some troubleOoh, I crack him, crack his domewon't pay a nigga they motherfuckin' moneyOoh, ooh, I get active, niggaBracelet on my leg, you pussy niggas know I'm comin'Don't do no runnin'I'll gun you down, hit you all backyou'll hit your stomach, bitchOoh, lil' Top, lil' Top, KentrellI can't leave home right now for nothin'(I ain't goin', ain't goin' for shit)I can't leave home right now for nothin' (I swear to God)I wake up every day, late night, morning, for moneyI'm tryna get it inI ain't got no help, I ain't got no friendsAll four of them jointsI hope you got moneyInside my career, feel like Al Bundy(Plenty risks, nigga, on God)
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