| I got lean in my cup, sip the pain away
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| Put my feelings in the drank then I fade away
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| Smokin' Metro out the pound when I’m in LA
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| I just came to dick her down, that is not my bae
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| All it take is one call, get a nigga hit
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| You can’t name one block that I won’t spin
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| Double-back and go do it again
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| Hot-boxin' out the pound, I need some oxygen (Yeah)
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| Beat a nigga ass, flash out, don’t touch me
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| Cameras in the crib, view 'em through the flatscreen
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| Cameras, bought an AP off some fake green
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| Hit 'em with that K, that makeover, Maybelline
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| Nigga, you ain’t never made a bad bitch cream
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| Nigga, you ain’t never poured a whole 16
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| Nigga, you ain’t got a job, basic, can’t sleep
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| Rocker hat on a bitch, I got her mad, we ain’t lean
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| Baby girl a demon, tryna suck me in my sleep
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| Young rich nigga, put Chanel on my feet
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| Keep a bad bitch, she keep her flaws on fleek
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| Blow her back out, now she ain’t want to leave
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| I got lean in my cup, sip the pain away
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| Put my feelings in the drank then I fade away
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| Smokin' Metro out the pound when I’m in LA
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| I just came to dick her down, that is not my bae
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| All it take is one call, get a nigga hit
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| You can’t name one block that I won’t spin
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| Double-back and go do it again
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| Hot-boxin' out the pound, I need some oxygen (Yeah) |