| Eyes shot red, know you went hard
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| No traffic on the freeway
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| Wish ya life was that easy, yeah
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| Always on the grind, tryna just get it on ya own
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| I know you gotta do what you gotta do
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| Some people like to smoke
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| Some people like to drank
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| And I ain’t here to judge you
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| Said if this is your song, for real, no doubt
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| Light the swisher up if ya feeling thugged out tonight (yeah)
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| I wanna let ya know, my nigga, I get it
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| I get it, I know why you hit it
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| Times get hard, nigga I get it
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| I get it, I know why you hit it
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| Light brown eyes
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| Two things on her mind
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| Steady claimin' what she gon' do
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| But it’s nothin' that she won’t do now
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| You know we just friends
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| She say she wish I was her man
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| Cause I be doin' things that he’ll never do
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| She said he just wanna fuck
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| I ask her do she wanna smoke
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| And then she wrapped her lips around it
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| I said this is yours girl, forreal no doubt
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| I’m gonna ease ya mind, turn it all around tonight (yeah)
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| Don’t be ashamed girl i get it
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| I get it, I know why you hit it
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| Damn you know that I get it
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| I get it, I know why you hit it
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| Girl, I know why you hit it
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| We was drunk and got lifted, after you gave me the business
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| We both went on to our business, since then it’s been different
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| See, more into religion, this lifestyle full of sinnin'
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| I’m like, na I ain’t finished, I’m tryna get deeper in it
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| How I can make you remember, was out on tour the whole summer
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| We had sex in December, girl, I can never forget it
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| I’m so damn relentless, I never think about feelings
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| I just love how I be feelin', girl, it’s that sexual healin'
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| Damn that dress is appealin', like a banana I peel it
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| Then put yo legs to the ceilin', yeah, I know that you wit it
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| And you know that I get it
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| Every time that I’m gone, she bout to blow up my phone
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| And I’m comin' back home |