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You ain't bout that life nah you ain't really bout that life
You just talk that talk but nah you ain't really bout that life
I know real killers and they're really bout that life
Run up on you broad day give you that long kiss good night

I don't know what the heck you tripping on
On what the hell you sippin on
But this right here ain't what you want
Don't become a victim homes
Goons here will put you out before you think to move a bone
And they all strapped
Down so I suggest you watch your tone
Talking bout gun play, You ain't really bout that
Have family in church all dressed up
And I ain't talking bout on a Sunday
Lord please forgive him, somebody pray for him
Just tred the water lightly, all I'm gonna say to him

Even tho I'm a Lady
This bitch is crooked and shady
Call me baby 380, some might say that
I'm crazy, but I'm just keep it a hundred
And I know why y'all mad
Cause y'all just haters
Put two up in that *ss
Mac 10, 44 feel them slugs penetrate thru ya door
If you wanna live then hit the floor
Or I promise you'll be six below
In the hood, heard of me
Hustla fiends, come see me
If get bag never plea
20 g's lawyers fee
Import, export
Inner state, outta state
Morphine, codeine
Chopped up on a plate
I get high, stay fly
Chicken heads love to hate
B*tches talking shit
Until I'm all up in their face
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You ain't bout that life nah you ain't really bout that life
You just talk that talk but nah you ain't really bout that life
I know real killers and they're really bout that life
Run up on you broad day give you that long kiss good night

I don't know what the heck you tripping on
On what the hell you sippin on
But this right here ain't what you want
Don't become a victim homes
Goons here will put you out before you think to move a bone
And they all strapped
Down so I suggest you watch your tone
Talking bout gun play, You ain't really bout that
Have family in church all dressed up
And I ain't talking bout on a Sunday
Lord please forgive him, somebody pray for him
Just tred the water lightly, all I'm gonna say to him

Even tho I'm a Lady
This bitch is crooked and shady
Call me baby 380, some might say that
I'm crazy, but I'm just keep it a hundred
And I know why y'all mad
Cause y'all just haters
Put two up in that *ss
Mac 10, 44 feel them slugs penetrate thru ya door
If you wanna live then hit the floor
Or I promise you'll be six below
In the hood, heard of me
Hustla fiends, come see me
If get bag never plea
20 g's lawyers fee
Import, export
Inner state, outta state
Morphine, codeine
Chopped up on a plate
I get high, stay fly
Chicken heads love to hate
B*tches talking shit
Until I'm all up in their face
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Writer: Kevin Bennett, Jr., Lanesa Green
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