| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G, you need to slow it
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| Aye my G, we just gonna blow it
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| Aye my G, we out here tourin'
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| Aye my G, we crossed the borders
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| Aye my G, I’m somewhere wavin'
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| You out here hatin, think you gon' make it
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| Aye my G, it’s all good though, we doin' damn moves, she like my photos
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| What’s you knew, what you thought
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| Now let her, I can’t get lost
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| Bitch I spark, purple hearts
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| Who is that? |
| boy get lost
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| I’m a boss, I’m the boss
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| I do my own thang, you niggas can’t hang
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| Cause yo' ass changed, I’m still good though
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| I though, thought you knew hoe
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| Yeah I came up, fuck a comma
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| Let it rain aye, let it run up
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| She gon' pull up, in a Hummer
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| Got her comin', every morning
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G
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| Aye my G, you need to slow it
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| Aye my G, we just gonna blow it
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| Aye my G, we out here tourin'
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| Aye my G, we crossed the borders |