| She gon' never say never
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| She gon' give me whatever
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| I’mma fuck her forever
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| See Dolce my sweater
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| See Fendi my waistline, Alexander my waistline
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| She gon', just so I never waste time
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| If I lose it too quick, you know she gon' replace mine
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| Roll up and give her the beat, yeah that’s me on the bassline
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| Made that bassline, dreaded like a Jamaican
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| This Gabbana, no bass man
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| No Versace, no Hermes
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| Trap it down like a Haitian
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| Eyes slanted like Asian
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| Got some goods from the nation
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| Meet me boy at the station
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| Im a surgeon, no patience
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| I bossed up with them Saiyans
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| But I still keep it playa'
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| Couldn’t turn to a hater
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| Shots thuggin' 'cuz he put me on my first tour
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| Him and Travis need to giddy out the rodeo
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| Even though I hit the stage and almost overdosed
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| I’m TL, screamin' «Free my nigga Rosco»
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| I’m from Cali, but I never fuck with Roscoe’s
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| But I got chickens in the kitchen like it’s Roscoe’s
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| My favorite song by Kodak Black is probably Gospel
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| I’m fed up, really all this shit is hot though
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| Only listen to them gutter motherfuckers when I’m thuggin' in my projects,
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| cocaine in my nostrils
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| On my list I still put pussy at the top though
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| If it never was for Gucci, I would not blow
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| But I send you to talk to Jay-z or with Rocko
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| Man the city was sittin' in the front row
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| When I perform on great streets, it’s some hot ho’s
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| And one of my favorite rappers know a nigga hot though
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| I come back and come back to the block though
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| Keep it movin' if I see too many cops though
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| Fuck a nigga who be sneak sendin' shots though
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| Fuck a nigga who be sneak sendin' shots though
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| I just wanna get my cuzzo a watch though
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| And a house full of money, and a yacht though
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| I want Hillsy and a Bentley gently back home
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| I wish was out when I came back though
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| Came home, ol' was off the map though
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| I miss him like Locsta
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| Free Meek and Baby though, and that’s on Baby Loc
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| I got a dawg and bitch I never ever baby ho’s
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| Sure don’t want no baby makin' messes in Mercedes ho’s
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| This is just a mention put my Mexicans on blazin' blow
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| She gon' never say never
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| She gon' give me whatever
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| I’mma fuck her forever
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| See Dolce my sweater
|
| See Fendi my waistline, Alexander my waistline
|
| She gon', just so I never waste time
|
| If I lose it too quick, you know she gon' replace mine
|
| Roll up and give her the beat, yeah that’s me on the bassline
|
| Made that bassline, dreaded like a Jamaican
|
| This Gabbana, no bass man
|
| No Versace, no Hermes
|
| Trap it down like a Haitian
|
| Eyes slanted like Asian
|
| Got some goods from the nation
|
| Meet me boy at the station
|
| Im a surgeon, no patience
|
| I bossed up with them Saiyans
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| But I still keep it playa'
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| Couldn’t turn to a hater
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| Say mane, is your boy buzzin if he just landed on a motherfuckin' sunflower
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| My haircut take one hour and I got dreads
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| I gots to get the bread
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| I never met a ho that won’t go, and that’s what you niggas already know |