| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said
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| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said
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| There ain’t a bulletproof needed for none of these shots
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| Or can I get a from the front
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| Swagga turned all the way up,
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| No sparkles on that champagne cause we don’t give a fuck
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| Heaven sent bring in hell too
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| She smelling my neck that’s channel blue
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| Table full of goons, still
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| Do they smile gully side boo
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| But everybody’s cool,
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| She said she’s got a man a mister break the rules
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| Might just imagine all the things that we can do
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| That you’re well dress so
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| Face looking all sweet,
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| Grinding on me like she looking for a beat
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| . |
| every gyal ya mad ova, colder
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| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said
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| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said
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| Gyal I tell off nigger, I’m mad,
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| And them balls to coming on me apartment
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| She said my swagga’s so alarming
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| I told her wait I miss you tossed in
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| Let’s go, all eyes are on we
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| Played out for the team,
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| Are these true religions, no, laguna beach
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| I’m 6 4 she something sweet
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| And yeah I’m kinda famous, what we call gully green
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| Cool dude, so sour, she got a crystal like a gold bottle
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| She whispered in my ear she wants me in her archive
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| So I told her back you up, hard drive
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| Face looking all sweet,
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| Grinding on me like she’s looking for a beat
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| Radio sober, every gyal ya mad ova
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| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said
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| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said
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| Then ladies, they love me, they love me
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| I’m the youngest general,
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| Criminal, because my booties
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| Chipmunk, bring the together style
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| I’m a soldier, and a fucking
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| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said
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| In the beginning we are seeing we are
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| Every gyal I’m on said |