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I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley | Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly | I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley Fall up in the club, and we start wilding I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley Fall up in the club, and we start wilding These niggas out here snitching, they with the Rat Pack Hit 'em with the chopper that's the rat trap Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate House full of gangster niggas never renovate You snitching you deserve to die, bloody murder Hating on another nigga cause his trap twerking Oh you mad cause he fucked your bitch, boy you a ho What the fuck do you expect, a ho gone be a ho And your ho is a pro, fuck every nigga she know You love her dirty drawers so you can't let her go You out here chasing pussy, you should be chasing commas I'll cut your fingers off, and mail them to your momma Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down Niggas talking loud, 'till I come around (Pussies, what they talking 'bout)... not a sound Thought he was living life, 'till he met the ground AK-47, that's my gun walk I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk I'm in love with this Nina can't you see it ho She got a body on her so I had to let her go I'm bout to start a riot I'm on a money diet I'm from the Mafia ho, so I wouldn't try it He was screaming, crying So I didn't buy it Let the pistol sing to the nigga, like Mariah
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