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Is that Tip12lve? (Yeah tip12lve) Man I'm working don't bother me baby From a city this shit can get crazy What he sippin'? He sippin' on wok wok I been chilling, don't think that I'm lazy 808's steady banging from 12lve, talking prod i don't fuck wit the 12 We some demons, we giving 'em hell I can't wait till they give Brodie bail And you know that them choppas gon' get on 'em Fuck around cut 'em up and just rip on 'em We don't do competition, we shit on 'em Aka, Fuck wit Glocks, put a brick on 'em And you know that we stay in control Camera flash hit his ass, make 'em pose Where I'm at? Nigga I'm up the road Steady dumping and passing them loads And you know that my whole crew geekin' Hit one of mines then I'm leaving 'em leakin' Not for the crying or bitching or screaming We took a right, he got left on the cement My baby eat babies, I'm talking the semen I fuck her to much so she don't want me leaving But I cannot stay wit her cause baby keep thieving I Hop in a ghost and go far away (far away) I send a trick and he gone today (gone today) Don't want it easy, the harder way (the harder way) I been balling to much, put my heart away (put my heart away) Bitch you geekin' I see that you taxin' (taxin) And we taking 'em off he keep flashin' (he flash) Now I'm up I don't see no one laughing I got serious onna backend Man I'm working don't bother me baby From a city this shit can get crazy What he sippin'? He sippin' on wok wok I been chilling, don't think that I'm lazy 808's steady banging from 12lve, talking prod i don't fuck wit the 12 We some demons, we giving 'em hell I can't wait till they give Brodie bail And you know that them choppas gon' get on 'em Fuck around cut 'em up and just rip on 'em We don't do competition, we shit on 'em Aka, Fuck wit Glocks, put a brick on 'em And you know that we stay in control Camera flash hit his ass, make 'em pose Where I'm at? Nigga I'm up the road Steady dumping and passing them loads Fuck all that want me to "take time" Forty calibration hit 'em in FaceTime Ion make time for her want me to make time Come through that back door, I'm gone at the same time I get so high that I'm stuck in a space time Biting shit up she don't stop, she a canine Holding shit down, I been rapping since grade nine Slowing shit down you get stuck on delay line Geekin' Beeping, in the dark we be deep when we creeping I'm a whole different man when them leaves in Niggas not fucking with me I'm peeping I was on war shit and straight hit my phone on some bullshit Now I'm happy as shit we got more clips We won't take that off yo, that's some lor shit They hit the floor when we moving on 'em We make em dance we get grooving on em Hop out wit sticks Ian blow em cause shordie was lacking so I put a warning on em Tried to be nice, Niggas took that fuck shit for the granted so I put a movie on em Man I'm working don't bother me baby From a city this shit can get crazy What he sippin'? He sippin' on wok wok I been chilling, don't think that I'm lazy 808's steady banging from 12lve, talking prod i don't fuck wit the 12 We some demons, we giving 'em hell I can't wait till they give Brodie bail And you know that them choppas gon' get on 'em Fuck around cut 'em up and just rip on 'em We don't do competition, we shit on 'em Aka, Fuck wit Glocks, put a brick on 'em And you know that we stay in control Camera flash hit his ass, make 'em pose Where I'm at? Nigga I'm up the road Steady dumping and passing them loads
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