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(I'm workin' on dyin') (Stack, stackin' these racks) JELEEL! Yeah! No, I'm not goin', not fearin' no man 'Member they put me back up in the slam Look like a villain, hop back out the van See 'em, we spin 'em, we get 'em again No, I'm not goin', not fearin' no man 'Member they put me back up in the slam Look like a villain, hop back out the van See 'em, we spin 'em, we get 'em again I had to pray up to God Pray in the dark Get through the madness Niggas be scared of the cops, bitch, I am not I'm gettin' active Baby like "Chill and don't answer the phone" "All these hoes wanna get ratchet" She want a winner, she do it the best I think she listen to Khaled Status, no average Joe Baby, I'm one of the raddest Baddest, right to the bone Baby, you gotta just have it Real raw You can't stop this man, nah Bitch, I'm god sent, yeah Hot, this ain't how shit end I'm finna pop shit Real raw You can't stop this man, nah Bitch, I'm god sent, yeah Hot, this ain't how shit end I'm finna pop shit, yeah No, I'm not goin', not fearin' no man 'Member they put me back up in the slam Look like a villain, hop back out the van See 'em, we spin 'em, we get 'em again No, I'm not goin', not fearin' no man 'Member they put me back up in the slam Look like a villain, hop back out the van See 'em, we spin 'em, we get 'em again
Writer(s): Marcus Fitzgerald Jr. Rucker, Jeleel Yussuf, Robert Fairfax, Dru Oliver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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