| Boy amazed, got my
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| Before my time, I was ahead of 'em
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| Rich enough, I could just put my lights out (aha)
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| But I can’t lie, nigga, love the game
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| Poppin', like a yellow
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| Without even tryin', I’m still insane (still it)
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| Ey, doze at the light
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| Smoke weed, cook healthy, yeah, that’s my type
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| Cute face, fat ass, yeah, that’s my ride
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| Another party at the crib, yeah, that’s my life (ooh)
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| Clap in my hands in the boxes
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| Standin' on the couch in my Nikes
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| I guess I’m just born to live the shit
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| Another check showin' off my penmanship
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| Got a studio session from ten to six
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| And you can come, too, baby, bring all your friends
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Bring all your friends (bring 'em, bring 'em)
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| Bring all your friends (you can bring 'em)
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| Bring all your friends
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| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends
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| Baby diggin' the when I let it spill
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| Baby thinkin' I’m hella famous, what a deal
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| Suck your face, use the thing, you bitches know the drill
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| Whole squad Pokemon on the
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| Make sure you bring your partner with you, no for real
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| I prolly won’t hit on it, but lil' homie will
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| Fuck you with my clothes on, 'cause I know you still (bitch!)
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| Baby go bananas when she on a pill (bitch!)
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| Even on them pyjamas, they don’t think it’s ill
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| Solid bitches, they don’t do the kiss
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| Brought up another cup and then I let her ill
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| Mad swag on the day before I went to jail
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| law-abiding, this shit is ill
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| Fucking my bitch partner and then I let her faint
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| Fucking my bitch partner and then I let her faint
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| But where your other partners at, I’m tryina fuck with them
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| Bring all your friends (Bring 'em, bring 'em)
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| Bring all your friends (Yeah, yeah)
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| Bring all your friends
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| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends
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| Bring all your friends (Yeah)
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| Bring all your friends (OK, yeah)
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| Bring all your friends
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| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends
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| (Yeah, I)
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| You know Keisha a freak, she don’t wanna go
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| And on ther under
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| We got molly, we got drank, we got busta roll
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| When they see the front though, you know they ain’t front, no
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| Hit it twice and they passin' it back (yeah)
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| 'Sip some Hyphy, then chasin' with (yeah)
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| Some from the Bay and some bitches from (yeah)
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| They ain’t with you, then you know where they at
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| Ey
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| Fuckin' on the couch, we am under them covers
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| Am I drippin' or these bitches keep touching each other?
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| I like the way she like that I never her lover
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| And I prefer a dyke over a wife
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| So if it’s money for some pussy, that’s what we don’t like
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| You wanna come and get it, baby, please don’t bite
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| Every time I see you it’s gonna be on sky
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| And when the night over, y’all goin' to be alright, so
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| Bring all your friends (I…, aha)
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| Bring all your friends (yeah)
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| Bring all your friends
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| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends
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| (Yeah)
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| Bring all your friends (yeah)
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| Bring all your friends (yeah)
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| Bring all your friends
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| When you come, too, baby, bring all your friends |