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No Debating
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Uh, damn He ain't want it, so I had to take it No debating, I'm one of the greatest Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating In the hood, we surrounded by satan And it's crazy, we wan' make it out The police, they just wan' take us out Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south It ain't no quittin', I gotta do it It ain't no missin', you gotta shoot him He said it's friction, they 'bout to lose 'em Me and my pistol, we coolin' as usual I got an army, I send 'em Glock 23 in my denim Restuffed thirty 'bows in a rental If you want 'em, then nigga, come get 'em It's some niggas I lost, can't forget 'em All the hoes I cut off, you can hit 'em Do it just like a boss, I don't miss 'em All them lies in your song, I don't feel 'em Why these hoes always worried what we do? Disrespect me, I turn you to seafood Cartier, so I barely can see you My bitch mad, said, "I never can read you" (Damn, uh) Pull up, get it done, uh You don't know what you would've done Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone You ain't finish, so you never really won Keep it going, I ain't never really done Run it way up to a mil', I'ma give it to my son (Rich Shoota) If I see him, gotta let the 40 bust I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus He ain't want it, so I had to take it No debating, I'm one of the greatest Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating In the hood, we surrounded by satan And it's crazy, we wan' make it out The police, they just wan' take us out Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south I made the bitch do a donut How you flexin'? Your shit got a donut Bro, don't stretch it, the junkies gon' go nuts My uncle tried test it, he threw up (Lame, boom) I blew up I done came far from a blow-up Drop a bomb to your car, watch it blow up Cars in like sneaker count, I got four of 'em 15K on the chopper, got four of 'em Don't ask me 'bout no rappers, don't know of 'em They ask me 'bout some trappers, don't know of 'em I was shooting, your ass used mow lawns He ain't want it, so I had to take it No debating, I'm one of the greatest Left 'em waiting, I knew they was hating In the hood, we surrounded by satan And it's crazy, we wan' make it out The police, they just wan' take us out Count a hundred, I'm fresh off a route Like a bird when it's cold, send 'em south, damn Pull up, get it done, uh You don't know what you would've done Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone You ain't finish, so you never really won Keep it going, I ain't never really done Run it way up to a mil', I'ma give it to my son If I see him, gotta let the 40 bust I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus, damn Pull up, get it done Real nigga, I ain't scared of anyone You ain't finish, so you never really won I been trappin' since I rode the yellow bus
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