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I’m tryna dodge haters, they keep popping up
I got ’em coming back, I guess it’s not enough
Get it in a bag or get it bottled up
Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia
I feel like
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I told ’em (*** that)
I made a couple hundred with my man
Really starving, in my stomach, I had cramps
Had me feeling like (*** that)
Me and Pooch Loc was gettin’ food stamps
Since then, I been the nicest out the camp
Niggas still was sayin’ (*** that)
Same old ***, like you ain’t ***’ on the stars
And you ain’t drinking, you gets nothing at the bar
Lil’ mama, I feel like (*** that)
Smokin’ Cookie, *** done took me outer space
She ready, she put that *** in your face
My ***, you better (*** that)
We pull up on ’em niggas when it’s lit
No time to be wasting, if it’s not a hit
Honestly, I feel like (*** that)
Bunch of young wild niggas, it’s hard to tell ’em ***
Nobody gave us nothing, had to sell this ***
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She never had no *** with no money
Ask me why they keep on looking at me funny
I don’t know, I told her (*** that)
She noddin’ in my lap just like a ***
Lately, I been getting booked all out the country
If you don’t love me, homie (*** that)
Couldn’t get it in the spot, we had to stomp ’em
Ass fat, but her face look like a monster, my ***
I couldn’t (*** that)
I’m out the country somewhere twisted with your wife
Imagine they offer twenty-five to life
I’d tell my lawyer (*** that)
Rest in peace to Nipsey, rest in peace to Kobe
Show a couple niggas love, but dawg, if you don’t know me (*** that)
I had roaches in my pantry, mama drove a Camry
*** a Grammy, if it ain’t about the family, you know
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I feel like (*** that)
[Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
Closed mouths don’t get fed
Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream, so I’m like (*** that)
Yeah, yeah
Hop up out the bed soon as I open up my eyes
Got money to go get, yah’ mean? So I’m like (*** that)
For real, though
It’s the middle of the day
*** a seal, pour a eight
See an opp, he gettin’ ate, ayy (*** that)
*** don’t even take care his own kids
How the *** I’m ‘posed to trust you, ***?
That’s why I’m like (*** that, what?)
When I was little, told my mama I’ma move her out the gutter
Had to learn how to hustle, was like (*** that), huh
I can show you how to do some *** in your hood to make your money double, but, uh
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