Tonalité : F minor•
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, Changer Plans, uh, I got Demons, Angels, all that, uh, Ill DJ Ill Will, Rockstar,
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Lil, All My Niggas, Freaky, Money, Sky, Profit, You Already Know, Hey! It's my time! Watch!
Excuse me for my ego
Big headed diamonds
chain temperature is zero
Always rooted for the villain
never for the hero
Working for the mob like
De Niro in casino
Niggas singing these days
reminding me of Neo
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Hundred thousand dollar trips find me
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I'm Nemo Family with Dominicans, but nigga,
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I'm a Negro Patron in Mojitos, jet skiing in Rio
You're welcome,
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you ain't gotta thank me
It's about to get uglier than Frankie
Sorry Keisha, feeling blessed
I get fresh like it's always Easter
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At the Porsche dealership
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looking at all the features
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Attracted to a challenge, I'ma take it on
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Doing wrong and I don't know
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what's going on
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Jason Ball, three bitches in my crib
Get the move going, two laying with me
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Butt naked with they shoes on
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One up in the kitchen with
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a face mask
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Whippin' don't stop, fuck a brickwagon
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All I care about is how to make cash
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And fuck who I make mad
Good with them numbers
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even though I used to hate math
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You wasn't movin' right,
that's why you left out
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The 40 like a open bra,
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it'll leave your chest out
Thinkin' bout this paper,
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fuck who to best out
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On the plane, exit row C
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so I can stretch out
Huh, uh, uh
I'm sharper than a Blu -ray
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Sparkin' up the poudre
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Haze by the flower lobe,
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move it by the bouquet
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I'ma get it on so it don't
matter what you say
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Nigga livin' life like I'm
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bout to die today
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Everybody checkin' me
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Bitches gettin' next to me,
no stressin' me
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That tech with me,
I got the cook -up recipe
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Try me like you stocky,
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on my hip is where that density be
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Six -five, whippin' up pies,
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they call me Sara Lee
Ride until they bury me
Twelve -gauge thumpin'
like a drummer
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Gettin' used by the tools,
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bitches sharin' me
Engaged to the pavement,
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I made the streets marry me
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Nice tits, thighs robbin' thick,
sex therapy
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Hook up, hook up,
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all my niggas pumpin' cooker
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Pull that nine and you sugar for my grind
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With the cookers movin'
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dimes of that sugar
I'm so fly, I don't look up
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Underneath me and you see
me with your dime
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Cause I took her
Come fuck with a real nigga, baby JB
Ay, you told him, Huh,
all them hours we put in
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Uh, bout time I had
to change the plans,
uh, you dig, uh, this for all my niggas,
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uh, do the crime, uh, all the haters, I love y 'all,
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y 'all the reason I'm doing what I'm doing baby, you dig, uh, ill will, let's go, light it,
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Yeah, nigga, you know what it is,
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DJ Ill Will, your wifey's favorite DJ,
and if you ain't her favorite DJ,
you bitch need to get in pocket.
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