| Drop my top, she get off her tot
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| Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne
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| Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain’t gon' stop
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| Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans
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| Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go
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| But the clip so long, can’t fit in my pants
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| Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose
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| I don’t need no flash just to make these dance
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| Drop my top, she get off her tot
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| Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne
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| Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain’t gon' stop
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| Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans
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| Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go
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| But the clip so long, can’t fit in my pants
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| Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose
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| I don’t need no flash just to make these dance
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| Quit playin', C-M-D-W-N on my chain
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| You fool, quicksand, chopper bullets cook a nigga like ham
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| You cute, my son, lil nigga tryna be like his dad
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| Do you, I’m sayin', stop downloadin' sauce from my Gram
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| Red Bimmer so you better think fast
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| Yeah, 'cause you know we ain’t goin' out sad
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| Won’t hit your line 'cause I’m all about bands
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| Blow the show money, spend it all on Acme
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| Make it all back, spend it all on Raf
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| Since I went broke, said I ain’t goin' back
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| Niggas say it’s rap but I swear it’s all cap
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| You ain’t got fans 'cause your music all trash
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| Drop my top, she get off her tot
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| Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne
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| Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain’t gon' stop
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| Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans
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| Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go
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| But the clip so long, can’t fit in my pants
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| Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose
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| I don’t need no flash just to make these dance
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| Drop my top, she get off her tot
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| Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne
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| Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain’t gon' stop
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| Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans
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| Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go
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| But the clip so long, can’t fit in my pants
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| Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose
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| I don’t need no flash just to make these dance
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| Catch up, bang, bang
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| Don’t care what hoes say, call me Jose
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| I got dreadlocks like Buckwheat, Otay
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| Cops tryna lock me up, it’s on low bay
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| At the Wells Fargo, don’t go to Chase
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| New, mix Gucci with the Yeezys
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| White diamonds look like Fiji
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| I’m the sauce power, call me Speedy
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| My new wrist a Lamborghini
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| Crawled out fresher than a genie
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| Your bitch on my head like a beanie
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| What’s in the Glock, it’s weenie
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| You know I got greens, Cabrini
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| Drop my top, she get off her tot
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| Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne
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| Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain’t gon' stop
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| Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans
|
| Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go
|
| But the clip so long, can’t fit in my pants
|
| Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose
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| I don’t need no flash just to make these dance
|
| Drop my top, she get off her tot
|
| Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne
|
| Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain’t gon' stop
|
| Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans
|
| Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go
|
| But the clip so long, can’t fit in my pants
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| Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose
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| I don’t need no flash just to make these dance |