| Say baby, we can run the streets
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| I’m rolling up, herb and she kissing on my cheek
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| My old girl tripping she won’t let me be
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| She said my new bitch, made me weak
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| Why these niggas won’t let me be?
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| They mad I got bitches and my steez so unique
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| Since a young nigga, I practice what I preach
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| Better watch ya mouth 'cause you sow what you reap
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| Or is it reap what you sow?
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| I sent this shit backward 'cause I thought that you should know
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| See niggas nowadays just don’t have no hope
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| They don’t pay attention, they just going with the flow
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| I might have to lead them on
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| Just like a teasing bitch in her leggings and her draws
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| All my old friends need to let me go
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| They see a nigga getting bank they try to tag along
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| I’m in New York, specifically Manhattan
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| I’m with a bitch, we staying at the Mad Hatter
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| But fuck boy my life something special
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| I made it far knowing I’m a down south rebel
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| At the bar, drinking wine, all in her ear
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| Feeling her head up, saying shit she wanna hear
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| She said she ain’t want nothing but my time
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| She thought a nigga pretty, shit I ain’t spend a dime
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| Like damn I’m thinking in my mind
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| I can’t fucking leave this girl, I’ma give it time
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| I’ma let the heat simmer down
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| And fuck her ass tonight while I still got the time
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| You niggas is so out of line
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| I got your girl at my show, the V.I.P line
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| Like nigga let’s be for real
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| A young nigga from the South, Ima keep it real
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| You are now listening to AraabMuzik |