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cook this shit up, quay, i know they ain't feeling my pain, i got codeine inside my veins, yeah, i don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill, we got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence, he got his racks and all like jacques he ready to dive in, lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end, they offerin' the shooter the death penalty, he won't tell on me, i know if i go broke today, them same hoes gon bail on me, i got 'em throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipe, amiri jeans, a hundred pack, ain't nothin' 'bout a nigga cheap, sellin' weed in the projects, relapsed on the hi-tech, told the game that we up next, put them on a g5 jet, overseas with my sidepiece, my crease, you gotta be a dime piece, we gon' stick together like assigned seats, on that.30, gon', nigga, try me, whoever thought i'd put a hunnid on my name, whoever thought that i'd say "i'm the one up next", whoever thought that they'd be considerin' me the best, whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought, i don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill, we got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence, he got his racks and all like jacques he ready to dive in, lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end, go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me, if she find out i been creepin', she gon' murder me, i ain't trippin', no complaints, i got my courtesy, yo, all the time i let the windows down so they can see us, i take the hitters around the globe, that's all i know, i met her last night, she tried to give me her soul, i got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toes, one thing they know, one thing they know, ain't gon' let up on them niggas, once you try us, ain't gon' stop, if there's pressure, let me know, so we can pull up with them glocks, tryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the top, if i never sell a record, i'm gon' make it on the block, how you gon' wait 'til i make it, then try to hate on me, nigga, i don't need you, i put the food on the table, nigga, who's hungry? i try to feed you, treat all my niggas like bosses, nobody's better, everyone equal, real talk, this is the sequel, hold it down for my people, i don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill, we got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence, he got his racks and all like jacques he ready to dive in, lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end, i don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill, we got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence, he got his racks and all like jacques he ready to dive in, lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
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Artist: lil baby