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Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bicken back being bool
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bicken back,
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bicken back, bickenback, bicken back being bool
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I'm just bicken back,
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Pull up on the block like why Fuck the police,
Verse 2
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niggas bet ter call the SWAT
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I ain't never played with the pot
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I was in your house trying to find
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a spot to extend my knots
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I went to jail, fool flock,
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came home with the strike
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He went to jail, was a bitch,
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came home as a dyke, nigga yikes
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I don't play that shit
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Wifey like SEGA, I don't play that bitch
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I'm a real fucking nigga with
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a motherfucking attitude
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Walk up in the spot,
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you would think that a nigga mad at you
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I was on the block chillin' homies
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Plus the mis sion came
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back in a quickness
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Hoping there wasn't no witness
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And they came back shooting, my
homies went back shooting
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And nobody hearing that,
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out here shit getting stupid
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And my homies with the news
so they grabbed that tool
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This all started from a day of niggas
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Verse 3
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bicken back being bool
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I'm just bicken back,
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bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
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I'm just bicken back,
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Verse 2, the sun come down You know
Verse 4
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when the sun come
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down the guns come out
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Click clack bow bow,
bow bow bow bow bow
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I used to rob niggas, that's probably
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why they try to rob my style
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And karma is a motherfucking
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biatch
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You got your homie in jail, you sniatch
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All in the court telling the judge who it is
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Like a bitch when you get to the pen,
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niggas on your wick
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Niggas be lurking, bitches be slurping
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Niggas got caught up on them
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Nextel's chirpin'
It's a must in the county,
I ain't have no pagers
My bitch wouldn't come see me, I was
in there masturbating
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Smoking on the biggerette, eating
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all the bereal
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Niggas on the block selling
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O's like Cheerios
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(Ey nigga, nigga, nigga, I
got the hoes on right now
Like right now right now
Verse 5
Like what you trying to do right now?
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bick en back being bool
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I'm just bicken back being bool
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I'm just bicken back,
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bicken back, bickenback, bicken back being bool
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I'm just bicken back,
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bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being
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Verse 6
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Meanwhile at a home invasion near you
Outro 1
These niggas was robbing your shit
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