| Yeah, ayy
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Told her, «I'm a star, just let me shine,» yeah
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| «I'ma make my way, just give me time,» yeah
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| Brunette shawty, she a dime, yeah
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| And she let me hit it from behind
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| I can’t fuck with fakes or lies
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| Why they always waste my time?
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| Get the bag, I don’t reply
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| Don’t reply, yeah
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| Pull up in that whip, I’m smokin' boof now
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| Cashin' all these checks and I split it with the crew now
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| They just wanna see me lose, they don’t know what to do now
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| Bitch, I’m with a baddie and I might just drop the roof now
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| Ayy, Gucci shoes on me, expensive
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| Bad lil' bitch in the Ghost and it’s tinted
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| Got a Backwood, stuff it up, then I hit it
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| Got a Backwood, stuff it up, then I hit it
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| Ayy, I’ma get it now
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| 'Cause all these people, they backstabbed me and they left me down
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| Yeah, they left me down
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| Yeah, they, ayy
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| Smokin' loud, I be smokin' loud
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| Yeah, they always say to turn it down, yeah, to turn it down
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| But I’m always steady turnin' up, yeah, I’m turnin' up
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| She can’t hurt me 'cause my heart is numb, yeah, my heart is numb
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| Yeah, ayy
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| Bitch, I’m gettin' bread, lil' shawty give me head
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| All these people talkin' and they wish that I was dead
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| This is what they get, in their face, I’m throwin' bands
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| I would die for this and I don’t think they understand
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| Ayy, ayy
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| No, I don’t think they understand
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| No, I don’t think they understand
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| Told her, «I'm a star, just let me shine,» yeah
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| «I'ma make my way, just give me time,» yeah
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| Brunette shawty, she a dime, yeah
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| And she let me hit it from behind
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| I can’t fuck with fakes or lies
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| Why they always waste my time?
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| Get the bag, I don’t reply
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| Don’t reply, yeah, ayy |