| Woo, woo, ah
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| Woo, yeah, yeah
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| Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh
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| Yuh
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| Yeah, it’s true, the Lamborghini truck light blue (True)
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| The shotty down my leg and we stuck like glue (true)
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| My shorty like, «Damn, nobody fuck like you» (Ay, no)
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| One love to my uptown crew
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| This new shit swing like Tiger at the Masters (Uh huh)
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| Man, I don’t fuck with none of these bastards (None of 'em)
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| I’m like a fucking father to these bastards (Uh)
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| Shut the fuck up and eat your pudding (Pudding)
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| Twenty alligators died for this shit I put my foot in (Foot in)
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| You barely got your footing, everything I did, they said I couldn’t (Uh)
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| Now it’s middle finger up with the hoodie (Uh)
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| Eyes dumb low blowing goodie goodie (Uh)
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| Baklava, bestseller (True)
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| How we celebrate? |
| Went to 125 and bought a red leather (Another fact)
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| Man, your boy is on another planet
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| He just sitting in the whip by himself bumping Janet
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| Rhythm Nation, living life without no limitations (Uh)
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| Tryna have enough money that’ll fill the basement (Please)
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| And enough drugs to fill my face with
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| And enough to give the M6 a facelift (Damn)
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| Turn that motherfucker to a spaceship (Woo, yup)
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| All these women calling me Taye Diggs (Uh, woo, yup)
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| It’s me (Yeah, yup, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And I’m just out here living my best life (It's true, oh shit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And I’m just out here living my best life (Yeah, uh, uh huh, whatever, yeah)
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| And I’m just out here living my best life (Uh, whatever, whatever, whatever)
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| But somebody always tryna fuck it up |