| Hugging on this Hennesey
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| Heard two knocks on the do'
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| Looking through the peephole
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| Loaded up my fo' fo'
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| It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'
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| I told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
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| Whoa oh
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| I could smell a set up from a mile away
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| Looking for a come up, they gon' die today
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| Table, spread the money every kind of way
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| Fuck my bitch in the open, never mind the shades
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| Never mind the yay that’s in front of you
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| Enough work, I can chill for a month or two
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| Enough bricks, I can build for a month or two
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| The youth wild, they gon' steal from they mother too
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| So many times committing crimes, I learned a lot
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| Earned a spot, built armies before I burnt the block
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| I grew my crop coming out of left field
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| Before they take mines, I’ma kill, believe me
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| Hugging on this Hennesey
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| Heard two knocks on the do'
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| Looking through the peephole
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| Loaded up my fo' fo'
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| It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'
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| I told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
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| Whoa oh
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| Whoa oh
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| Whoa oh
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| Whoa oh
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| Never been afraid of a nigga that breath the same H2O as me
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| Toe to toe with me? |
| Cut the foot off a nigga tryin' to run game
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| I ain’t with the BS
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| Cartier frames, bubble lights and the DS
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| Félix, King, pitcher like I’m from Seattle
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| Tryin' to win the war, lose a couple battles
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| Gained a couple scars, shed a tear in a blood bucket
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| Attitude: «Fuck it,» ‘cause these motherfuckers love it
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| Hugging on this Hennesey
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| Heard two knocks on the do'
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| Looking through the peephole
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| Loaded up my fo' fo'
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| It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'
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| Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
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| Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
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| Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
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| Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)
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| Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)
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| Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)
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| Whoa oh |