| Shades on, polo white t
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| Me leaving here alone that’s unlikely
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| Not a stoner bitch but she like me
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| Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee
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| I check them ho’s, direct them ho’s
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| Take em home and let them ho’s
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| Go about they fantasies, they poppin' pills I’m rollin' weed
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| We been got a couple bad bitches overseas
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| Out the back this ain’t no tax
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| When I’m shoppin' and my bag filled with options so dont ask
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| What it cost, I’m in the maserati coupe going so fast
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| That I lost her and my bitch gots so much swag
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| That these bad bitches on this, ah, ki-killing ya’ll pow
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| Blahh dead get a coffin
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| Call it Yoko Ono, ono, only ride solo, solo, solo
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| Mission for the dodo, dodo, dodo
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| One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive, she a man eater
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| Scheme man diva, she might of believe cuz you could never leave her
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| You will never have her so you could never keep her
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| Trippin' on the next man he can’t have her either
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| I call it Yoko Ono
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| Bust a couple benz, blow a hundred fast (a hundred cash)
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| I just made a hundred off a fifty bag
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| Where dem bad asian bitches holdin' down my city at
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| Where dem girls from the eight with that pretty face
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| Round thing yeah I’m on that loud thang
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| Pop another bottle shootin' corks at the crowd dang
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| Yeah, I’m a stunna but nah, I ain’t baby though
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| Young do, with the lazy flow
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| Watch all these ladies go
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| Crazy when I pull up right beside em
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| I do a buck 30 yeah, I’m just in the flyin'
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| I smell like dirty money plus it’s cookie that I’m lightin'
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| Big buckets full of ice with bottles on fire inside em, uh
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| Call it Yoko Ono, ono, only ride solo, solo, solo
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| Mission for the dodo, dodo, dodo
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| One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive, she a man eater
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| Scheme man diva, she might of believe cuz you can never leave her
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| You will never have her so you could never keep her
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| Trippin on the next man he can’t have her either
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| I call it Yoko Ono
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| Kush it up in right there, way you send the messages
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| Talkin' bout a night care
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| She tell you she like
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| You tell her you might ,.
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| She pretend you she a jam, really you quite well
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| She just bought a nice bed
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| Wrist game, ice pad, prada clutch, price tag,, put her in the game
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| Cause you hope that she a high bid
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| So you can go along on the beat, catch a spike there
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| You could never wife that, never ever pipe that
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| Good enough to make her settle down, she ain’t like that
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| Punch a nigga in the mouth, yeah nigga fight back
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| ROll a nigga weed up, ask him ask him where da light at
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| Call it Yoko Ono, ono, only ride solo, solo, solo
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| Mission for the dodo, dodo, dodo
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| One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive, she a man eater
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| Scheme man diva, she might of believe cuz you can never leave her
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| You will never have her so you could never keep her
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| Trippin on the next man he can’t have her either
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| I call it Yoko Ono |