| I just be talking and walking while I’m spitting at hoes
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| Smoking and drinking, I probably get in them hoes
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| Got wholly 1942, I’m sipping it slow
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| She take it all to the throat, you be kissing that hoe
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| You got your own hair, on wheels, own crib, pay your own bills
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| You see some hating hoes you don’t get along with
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| Well, turn it up 'cause this your song, bitch (gon fuck it up, up, up, up)
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| Stop, roll with it, a nigga move to LA but I’m straight out the toll with it
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| She tell you no but she hit my crib and knocked a whole with it
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| You talking over that internet and I’m at your door with it
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| Day one, we then balling, boy you been in a scrimmage
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| Pistol twerking, fuck that jerkin, boy, we been with the business
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| In case you don’t know my name, Price, aka Mr. Take your life for your wife
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| That’s just 87
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| Girl, if you keep on doing what you doing now
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| We gonna go somewhere and I’m gonna take you down
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| And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that
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| And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that
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| Look back at it like you tripped on it
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| Lil' momma got a nice set of lips on her
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| I said bend over, touch your toes
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| Don’t bring no friends, I don’t trust them hoes
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| Got a bad habit, I can’t quit
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| My home girls always say that niggas ain’t shit
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| I pull up in that bad, they be like ain’t this
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| Young Suzy from the Rich always counting chips
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| I be like yeah, that, yeah, that, man
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| Flow crazy, fuck around and get a casket
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| Young black man, whole lot of paper
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| I love kush, love kush, smoke it by the acre
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| Shake your money maker, for a money maker
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| I’m a finish school, these niggas need a hundred majors
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| Everything ain’t what it look, getting paper by the book
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| Go ahead, bring the hook again, huh
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| Girl, if you keep on doing what you doing now
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| We gonna go somewhere and I’m gonna take you down
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| And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that
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| And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that
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| It go money, drugs, bitches, liquor
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| My name, Octane, I’m that, nigga
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| White girls love me, Iphone Insta
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| Gram going ham, got Becky and her sister
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| Going in like damn, who is that girl
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| I know she white but she shake it like a black girl
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| She bent it over put that dip up in your back, girl
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| And then you shake it, let your home girl smack, girl
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| I got it all locked, the whole city, the whole state, whole country
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| Whole world, niggas gonna hate
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| Throw it at me baby, go and pitch it
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| I’m at home play, if you ain’t walking towards my niggas wrong way
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| Keep it going, keep it shaking, baby, you know what I’m playing
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| If you shake it, I’m a smack it like the song saying
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| If your man try and trip tell him back off, nigga
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| It’s Octane, boy, I’m that nigga
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| Girl, if you keep on doing what you doing now
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| We gonna go somewhere and I’m gonna take you down
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| And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that
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| And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that
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| Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly
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| Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly
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| Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly
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| Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly |