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Whoa, whoa (Snatch a nigga out the coupe) Might go renegade These niggas scared, I can tell I intimidate One in the head when I spin on the interstate Bitch, I'm the head huncho, tell niggas get in place It might be here, it might be tears when I flip, huh And I can tell what I said made you feel a way And I can tell shit been serious since I been away Don't nothin' come before the bread like a dinner date It might be here, it might be tears when I flip, huh For my dawg This for my dawgs (huh, huh) This for my dawgs (this for my, huh) This for my, this for my, huh This for my dawgs (hold up, wait) This for my dawgs This for my dawgs (for my) This for my, this for my, huh When I walk inside the room, I might take over this bitch I been dancin' with the Devil, I might tango in this bitch Got a magnum on my hip just like Django in this bitch They barking up the wrong tree, I might hang 'em on that bitch I go many rows with the stove, wanna see? Windows tinted, too many folks on the scene Where your mom? Where your fam stay, up the street? Where your job? Where your girl stay? I'ma see No, I don't give a fuck 'bout no one in this bitch but us I'm from outer space, bitch, I'm an alien, a visitor See my dawg be a better leader when he kicked the cup See my dawg empty out the heater when he lift it up Gray coupe, you gon' hear it screamin' from a distance, huh Same troupes wit' me, when you see us ain't no switchin' up Same suit, I'm the one they treat a little different I seen strange fruit, I'ma take that nina through the trenches Might go renegade These niggas scared, I can tell I intimidate One in the head when I spin on the interstate Bitch, I'm the head huncho, tell niggas get in place It might be here, it might be tears when I flip, huh And I can tell what I said made you feel a way And I can tell shit been serious since I been away Don't nothin' come before the bread like a dinner date It might be here, it might be tears when I flip, huh For my dawg This for my dawgs (huh, huh) This for my dawgs (this for my, huh) This for my, this for my, huh This for my dawgs (hold up, wait) This for my dawgs This for my dawgs (for my) This for my, this for my, huh That my dawg, hit the stain don't tell at all (gang) We got the trap like a concert packed to the wall (gang, gang) I still got niggas look up to me even though they tall (big dawg, yeah) I took it to the trenches say I gotta show you all Yellow bone bitch, ass juicy feel like Biggie Smalls (damn, damn, damn) Every time me and the bros link it's like rich nigga seminar These young nigga don't eat for real They might as well go through Ramadan (what the fuck?) This outfit from Paris, baby, fresh dressed look like salad bar I don't even like hoes calling me, I might have to go back to beeper on 'em This ain't even my hoe for real, she treating me like I'm cheating on her Fuck niggas out here counting sheep, probably why they be sleeping on me Fuck niggas always run they mouth, talk 'bout money, don't speak on it (gang, gang) Might go renegade These niggas scared, I can tell I intimidate One in the head when I spin on the interstate Bitch, I'm the head huncho, tell niggas get in place It might be here, it might be tears when I flip, huh And I can tell what I said made you feel a way And I can tell shit been serious since I been away Don't nothin' come before the bread like a dinner date It might be here, it might be tears when I flip, huh For my dawg This for my dawgs (huh, huh) This for my dawgs (this for my, huh) This for my, this for my, huh This for my dawgs (hold up, wait) This for my dawgs This for my dawgs (for my) This for my, this for my, huh
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