| Ride through your area
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| I’m in a chariot
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| Lil ma a centerfold
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| Gave me hysteria
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| Hope you ain’t scared of ghosts
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| Puffin' on medical
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| Wavy from head to toe
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| Think I should let you know
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| You are not ready though
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| Might not be ready no
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| You think you ready though
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| But you already know
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| Ride through yo hood like I’m Leonitus
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| Over my gold get you touched like Midas
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| In a 300 whip full of fighters
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| So many flames like a million lighters
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| Cold and dripping like I got a sinus
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| My chick the best, she know she the tightest
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| I’m Hercules my whip from the 80s
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| Matter fact Hades, all black Mercedes
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| Chasing Hermès might have started this
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| But I’ll chase her moon like I’m Artemis
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| Actin' like she don’t want part of this
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| But I treat the game like some baller kicks
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| In a chariot like Nike
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| God complex all in my psyche
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| My chick might love and then fight me
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| She like my lil Aphrodite
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| I’m like Caesar wit' the stature
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| That mean my chick Cleopatra
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| And I ain’t gon' stop and get folded
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| Came in this game all reloaded
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| Y’all think that war be offending me |
| But what do you know 'bout divinity?
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| Negative thoughts be the enemy
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| I might just show you the remedy
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| Ride through your area
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| I’m in a chariot
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| Lil ma a centerfold
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| Gave me hysteria
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| Hope you ain’t scared of ghosts
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| Puffin' on medical
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| Wavy from head to toe
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| Think I should let you know
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| You are not ready though
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| Might not be ready no
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| You think you ready though
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| But you already know
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| Ride through yo hood like I’m Zeus
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| Treat yo bitch like a masseuse
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| She talk to me like she loose
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| Mark on my neck like a noose
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| I might whip
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| With my chick
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| She got on designer clothes
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| Fuck a drip
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| She so wet
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| I’m like Poseidon though
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| Talkin' 'bout my niggas who be out here ridin' though
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| Don’t be fuckin with the crew then ho u gotta go
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| (Kodak)
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| I fuck her just like an animal
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| My body lookin' good like Michelangelo
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| Might paint the walls like a vandal though
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| And then still gon' have room to grow
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| Whisper to me say she swallow
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| Now it’s Showtime, no Apollo
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| She say there ain’t no one cleaner
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| Got more reasons than Athena
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| But you already know how I feel |
| Achilles when you in them heels
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| You might love my dollar bills
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| But I might be dead if your looks could kill |