| Every time we pull up, you can see us from the satellites
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| Got your buddy moving like it’s turn up on a Latin night
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| I ain’t gotta talk about it, I’m just speaking facts of life
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| You can do the most, but that don’t mean you do it right, nah
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Tryna get it for a long time, they ain’t really wanna give it to me
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| People ask why I ain’t signed, I don’t need 'em you see me boomin'
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| Time to lace it up, we got a long way
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| I just choose to do it on my own
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| Everybody wanna party every night, hands up to the sky
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| You see the fire in her eyes, don’t believe the lies
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| We chasing, running out of time, you see us roll with all of mine
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| You know we ride until we die, it’s too heavy, thought it would be light
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| Every time we pull up, you can see us from the satellites
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| Got your buddy moving like it’s turn up on a Latin night
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| I ain’t gotta talk about it, I’m just speaking facts of life
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| You can do the most, but that don’t mean you do it right, nah
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Weight up, weight up
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| I can’t slow down, I can’t wait up
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| Y’all broke so you know you gon' hate us
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| I ain’t ever goin' on hiatus
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| Weight up, weight up
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| I work too hard, they is not gon' play us
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| People ain’t doing nothing want gossip
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| Shit’s sweet and it’s not gon' pay us
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| I am tryna get a check
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| Tryna rise above the hate, put a piece on my neck
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| Manifest into who next
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| Gotta do more than just flex, I done put my life all in it
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| How many times I been down to my pennies?
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| Riding 'round with a whole life sentence
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| Tryna be saint like made me a menace
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| Look to the sky, I don’t think it’s the limits
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| Tryna go up, tryna dodge gimmicks
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| Tryna use every ounce of my
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| Tryna chill less, I’m doing more business
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| Adding up mo' digits
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| I got that weight on me, whoa, yeah
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| I don’t need no one to wait on me
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| All they gon' do is just hate on me
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| Hate on me, tell me my weight up
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| Every time we pull up, you can see us from the satellites
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| Got your buddy moving like it’s turn up on a Latin night
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| I ain’t gotta talk about it, I’m just speaking facts of life
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| You can do the most, but that don’t mean you do it right, nah
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up
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| Wodie, wodie, wodie, get your weight up |