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(Blame Swagg for this motherfucker) (Damn, Marley, you fired this up?) You can't fault a nigga for being himself, you knew he was a bitch They gon' take a mile, so you can't give a nigga a single inch I'm at the range shootin' that .308 in Dior leopard print In my hood, them niggas protect my life like I'm the president Walk inside my spot, if we don't know you, we gon' pat you down I can't wife no freak, she for the streets, she just a pass-around I told cuh let that M4 rip because I like the way it sounds The day my daughter turned 11, I showed her how to weigh a pound Passin' out these blicks, we finna spin, we tryna slide tonight Call my lil' bitch up, she from Stone Mountain, I'm tryna vibe tonight Take that cheesy jewelry up your neck, that shit ain't shining right The jeweler told me that don't make no diamonds, that shit moissanite If we come together, then we leave together, that's just law Got PTSD from these streets from all the murder I done saw Gotta protect my life, I'm going broke, I'm buyin' ammunition Since everybody snitchin', I prefer to go on solo missions Red eye in my socket, that shit match the laser on my fire I'm finna take the rap game over this year, it's pressure gettin' applied A hundred loads in bubbles, I make sure the city get supplied He tried to touch my chain, we left him stinkin', I can't believe he tried You can't fault a nigga for being himself, you knew he was a bitch They gon' take a mile, so you can't give a nigga a single inch I'm at the range shootin' that .308 in Dior leopard print In my hood, them niggas protect my life like I'm the president Walk inside my spot, if we don't know you, we gon' pat you down I can't wife no freak, she for the streets, she just a pass-around I told cuh let that M4 rip because I like the way it sounds The day my daughter turned 11, I showed her how to weigh a pound
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Branden Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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