| It’s all the same, only the names will change
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| Everyday it seems we’re wasting away
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| Another place where the faces are so cold
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| I’d drive all night just to get back home
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| I’m a cowboy (x 4)
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| YE!
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| Pour a two into a one, now I’m done bitch
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| Niggas running they mouths, but they don’t really run shit
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| I’m a cowboy, chicka pow pow boy
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| Shoot you from the floor to your fuckin-YE-YE!
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| Pour a two into a one, now I’m done bitch
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| Niggas running they mouths, but they don’t really run shit
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| YE!
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| Pour a two into a one, now I’m done bitch
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| Niggas running they mouths, but they don’t really run shit
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| I’m a cowboy, chicka pow pow boy
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| Shoot you from the floor to your fuckin eyebrow boy
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| 2 Chainz name ringing like an Android
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| I think about money every time I brainstorm
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| And I’m in rare form if I’ve got Airs on
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| Niggas know I’m buying Guccis like they fucking Air Jordans
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| Outlaw lifestyle, I made a mill trapping
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| I’m trynna take the 'T' off and make a mill rapping
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| Codeine, fetti, shorty all white porcelain
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| Reverse cowgirl, shawty ride a nigga like a horse
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| 2 CHAINZ!
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| It ain’t no secret, I’mma get it
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| I’m over niggas heads like an ATL fitted
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| I’m over bitches house like I’m only gonna visit
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| When they try to make me stay I tell them «That's some strong liquor»
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| You know what time it is
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| I’m on the strong and the sizzurp
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| And since a young nigga, I’ve been on with the wiz-ord
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| A nigga play me wrong I put his dome in the diz-irt
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| I’m going on tour, I’m going be gone till November
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| Ruthless, ice cubes all on my sizz-erp
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| Pinky ring huge, such a mofuckin insult
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| And if you riding dubs, then my rims are much older
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| Two white cups, and one cup holder
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| Told ya, grab me a soda
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| Shake it like a shake-weight
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| Hit you with two 4x4s, that’s an 8×8
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| And it’s not that I don’t like ya, but I hate hate
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| I know they gonna hate on this, and I can’t wait |