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Gotta do it big when these ------ belittle
They be plottin' on me
I got these hoes acting strategic
One hater under all, got em pledging allegiance
Like it when it they show themselves
So I can keep it in sequence
Most ------ bitch made
Quick pump, no pulp
Minute Maid
Get money, flex up
Come through, suited up
Tailor Made
Haters hating, plotting on the crew
Damn, y'all should work for C.S.I.
Killing ------... better listen to the Bee Gees, Boy
And Stay Alive
Hit em with the ""Ricky Baby Get Up!""
Leave ya hanging like a high five
Extra terrestrial flow on the beat
Call it Sci-fi
In the function posted up with my brothers
Call the shit Ringling
I'm just stunting on my ex bitch and his bitch
Call it tag team
War, war
Who really want war
Got so many bars in the clip now
Who really want more?
War, war
Who really want war
Got so many bars in the clip now
Who really want more?
We gon' level up for real
We in motion, yea you see it
How it feel?
Ain't no telling when, no telling when we change the game
It's set in stone so I hope you haters stay the same
That's how it goes in 9 terrains
You don't really want war with me
Told the people run the check up, this war ain't for free
Who... really want war with me
Ballin on ya, Can't keep the score with me
War, war
Who really want war
Got so many bars in the clip now
Who really want more?