| I don’t need advise
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| Bitch, I’m in Tokyo, I’m in a different lane (What?)
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| All these bitches lame, y’all is fake like David Blaine
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| I don’t fuck with brands, zero stacks on Gucci, man
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| Made my own guap, niggas call me Gucci Mane
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| I’m a punk, I don’t talk with the people, man (Talk)
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| I don’t sign, bruh, free that nigga Lil Wayne (What?)
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| Fuck all that shit, do you know who I am?
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| Fuck all that shit, fuck all that shit
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| Fuck all that shit, fuck all that shit
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| That shit, that shit, that shit, that shit
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| That, that, that, that
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| Fuck all that shit
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| Fuck all that shit
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| Where I’m from, snitches get stitches (Oooh)
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| Don’t fuck with bitches (What?)
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| Iffy get blinky, and Vicky get sticky (What, what?)
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| So, if you don’t listen and you don’t get it (Get it)
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| We’ll not treat you different, killed by supervillain
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| Fuck all your feelings (What?)
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| Walk in the building (Huh)
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| Straight through the ceiling (Huh)
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| See you in heaven
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| Life should be easy (Easy)
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| Lifeless is harder (Harder)
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| Y’all just be hatin', 'cause we fuck your daughters (Yeah)
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| Fuck all that shit, fuck all that shit
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| Fuck all that shit, fuck all that shit
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| That shit, that shit, that shit, that shit
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| That, that, that, that
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| Fuck all that shit
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| Fuck all that shit (What?)
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| Yo
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| Fuck all that shit (What?)
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| Yo
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| Fuck all that shit |