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"Addresses"


Aye
Aye aye

Aye, everything ain't what it seem. Ride dirty when I'm clean. Bitch it ain't disrespect unless you want it with the king. Put an address on that shit. What you talk bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street. Better bring some extra magazines.

All that plexin' and the boppin' you be doin' for them hoes. I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes.
I'm the showster, keep the dope comining. Man them suckas talkin' tough but shawty I ain't on that. Go!

Aye listen to me bruh, don't bring that bullshit to me bruh
It ain't no back and forth, fuck with me I'm torchin niggas
Don't go to war unless your money right
Room full of money, hundreds, not a one in sight
Right? Hey nigga I can't afford a gun fight
Haha, but I can afford a one life
All on that sucka shit, you broke and now you so upset
All that shit you kick around the city get you no respect
I know rap beef is what you want. And shit I peeped it
You such a gangsta, get some money out the street then
Been in the game for 11 years, if I was such a hoe
Nigga I'da been exposed 10 years ago
Never been robbed, never got my chain took
Never even been hit in my face, you don't believe? Look
Them people lookin' at me bad when I was trigga happy
It was no shoutin' matches, I just got to get mackin

Aye, everything ain't what it seem. Ride dirty when I'm clean. Bitch it ain't disrespect unless you want it with the king. Put an address on that shit. What you talk bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street. Better bring some extra magazines.

All that plexin' and the boppin' you be doin' for them hoes. I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes.
I'm the showster, keep the dope comining. Man them suckas talkin' tough but shawty I ain't on that. Go!

I swear to God another day another fuck nigga
That's why I just get that paper and be like fuck niggas
Sucka nigga you was talking 'bout how you done some'n
I'm done talkin', bust your guns, wanna run some'n
Hate to turn your TV on every week and see my family hustle
And everybody on yo street just see your family struggle
What happened bruh? Guess yo connect just be like fuck 'em dawg
No money when I see it, see you, I see none at all
That check I'm chasin' after, never mind them hater rappers
Makin they situation sticky like a now-n-later wrapper
Been fuckin' cities up, this shit don't mean shit to us
Keep on, these folk gone tape how you was sent up

Aye, everything ain't what it seem. Ride dirty when I'm clean. Bitch it ain't disrespect unless you want it with the king. Put an address on that shit. What you talk bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street. Better bring some extra magazines.

All that plexin' and the boppin' you be doin' for them hoes. I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes.
I'm the showster, keep the dope comining. Man them suckas talkin' tough but shawty I ain't on that. Go!

[Thanks to Macey for correcting these lyrics]

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