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Came with the t'ick ting, left with a slim one
 If suttin' gets dropped, then the beef might stop
 Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
 With three darlings
 Two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to move
 Mazza, wagwan
 Came with the t'ick ting
 Left with a slim one, just cut my ex ting loose
 If suttin' gets dropped
 Then the beef might stop but you know it can't end with truce
 Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
 With three darlings
 Two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to move
 And this bitch ain't my type,
 She's raising her eye tryna stop and stare
 I got this one link, long brown hair
 We roll to her crib and she's from 'round there
 They talk with a 1-2 ride, this 125's caught 1-2 guys
 You know that your boo come tru' for pipe
 She like shoulda told me you're young, you lied
 Splash on me, think twice, don't do it
 Got the other side looking like
 Moshpit, broski popped it, your whole day ruined
 99 problems like Jay Z, we get shavey, out here Ku-ing
 Can't hold my wap pretty lady, sorry baby, I just can't do it
 I got two bad B's from east, one slim, legs, hips and thighs
 They like off white on the side,
 But this t-shirt matching my blade,
 It's black, you don't wanna get your V neck sliced
 Ten-ten got Ricky late, bad boy but your blikky's fake
 You know it's trap season 2, make sure my nittys don't detox
 I'm on the corner trapping like the 80's, do it like Biggie and D-Roc
 Stack can't fit in my shoe box, remember when we only had Rebooks
 See opps, dishing out free shots
 Anytime we spin their block they speed off
 Came with the t'ick ting
 Left with a slim one, just cut my ex ting loose
 If suttin' gets dropped
 Then the beef might stop but you know it can't end with truce
 Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
 With three darlings
 Two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to move
 Came with the t'ick ting
 Left with a slim one, just cut my ex ting loose
 If suttin' gets dropped
 Then the beef might stop but you know it can't end with truce
 Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
 With three darlings
 Two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to move
 DSquared, LV, bit of Fendi, cool kid so they gyal wan' sex me
 Don't bang on the block
 Just bet me, I'mma splash this yute if you let me
 Spend more than 5 on kicks
 What's wrong with these pricks? Got more than Jet Li
 Must've saw Anwar, never met me, in school when I was with Leslie
 In a VIP, nuff gyal on me, too bad I can't help this jezzie
 SD with me, two G's with me, shell so hotels get messy
 See opps in the field, get messy
 Them yutes been lying, we hotstep and get pressy
 Deadly, run for their life, they're leggy
 Plain white T on my ironing board
 You know I gotta press out the crease
 Skin fade with new J's, this dust on the floor just fell out my fleece
 I just came out the trap with Dave, I always let him test out a piece
 But this flake no less than a 8
 That's slate, ten-ten got the best in the streets
 Plus 21 days on losses, lost that privilege, PS2
 Spilt paint on all 4 pockets, call these vintage DSQ's
 It's a hundred percent all cotton, mask on, witness, can't see through
 It's a hundred percent all cotton, mask on, witness, can't see through
 Came with the t'ick ting
 Left with a slim one, just cut my ex ting loose
 If suttin' gets dropped
 Then the beef might stop but you know it can't end with truce
 Pull up on her like darling, local Spartan, Harlem Loose
 With three darlings
 Two leng-leng ones, one jarring, ayy tell her to move
 

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03:12
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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