| 1 am in the morning,
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| I only know bass in my headphones no nothing
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| Just give me the sample,
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| There we go
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| I’m talkin bout bitches too,
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| I love you all baby
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| Oh we just batter up
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| Ah, it’s just me and the sample, I wrote this in pajamas
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| I wrote this while I’m fucking, think her name is Jenna
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| People sleepin on me, fuck you where your standards?
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| Oral head for breakfast, my little bitch perfected
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| Get that with no protection, I shoot, she intercept it
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| See sex is our connection, no love is currently present
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| Just play my corner back, I leave her coming back
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| Like Dion in the game, I’m bringing my quarterback
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| Grab a condo nigga, I’m worth them 7 figures
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| So kick o key to pistol and be true with your sister
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| She says she love the crew, put 4 G’s on the coupe
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| Hurricane Sandy, the rollie flooded too
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| See it’s just me and the sample, no 808 survive
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| But still I hope on the beat and I murder that bitch, I’m beasting dog
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| Flow as hell on earth, RIP to y’all
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| You know I murder shit, yellow tape involved
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| That’s a true story, crib 2 stars,
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| Know some old homies still drinking 40's,
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| Hustlin every morning on that same corner,
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| Money the root of evil, turning some to informants, damn
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| Life is such a bitch, all my hoes are thick
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| All my whips are on, haters suck a dick
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| Shout out to the sample, shout out to them dancers
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| Shout out to them exes and this nigga answer
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| I be hella styling, foreigns with no mileage
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| Samples on refreshin, pistol in my possesion
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| Take your bitch and keep er, call that repossesion
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| I’m a pour more Siroc, be back in a second |