| Shit sound like Al Green when the tints is up
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| Courtesy of nothing, courtesy of the label, courtesy of us
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| Aye, so, so, so
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| So, so, so
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| So, so, so
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| So, so, so
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| Bitch, I’m wavy, could part the sea
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| Pick a side, it’s that Hennessy
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| Feel that coochie, baby, say I’m in too deep
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| In the two door, so you know I’m gon' speed
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| Aye, need the shit I want, I want the shit I need
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| Sergie’d down, I’m her nigga now
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| Feelin' like I’m poppin', you should go sit down (Ooh)
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| Feelin' like I’m poppin', you should go sit down (Ooh)
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| And they say, «Dolla, he ain’t changed much, still on the same stuff.»
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| Said, «He still be with the gang, tough»
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| These niggas switchin', that’s some shit I can’t relate to
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| Swear you get rich and love, your bitch is gon' hate you
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| It’s just reality, I swear my life a tragedy
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| I’m out in public and you know I got that bag with me
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| And Baker 'round, so, no, no, I ain’t got no drugs today
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| You call me on another day and I can plug you, bae
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| They see me out here, nigga probably ask, nigga geekin'
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| With some bitches who will probably kick it for the weekend
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| Let me hear it
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| You just gotta tuck your water, like |