| We got London on da Track
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| My voice kinda fucked up for this one (Uh, uh)
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| Yeah
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| They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop
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| I ran the light and hit the gas (Yeah, yeah)
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| She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (Yes, sir)
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| She say, «Record,» I use the flash with it (Yeah)
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| She always been a good girl, but she fuck me like a thot (Okay)
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| I take my time, I have her blastin' (Yeah)
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| She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not
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| She say I’m nothin' like her last nigga
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| Thought that it was over, but I’m back now
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| I run up them racks and now them hoes know how to act now
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| Looking for the truth? |
| You found a nigga
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| Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn’t it?
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| Thought I was just like you 'til I bought a new car
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| Pull up in that bitch, like vroom
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| And I dropped your boo off
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| You’ll probably pick her up later
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| I probably pick up a quarter million and shit on a hater
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| And it ain’t a nigga gave me shit, but I did plenty of favors
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| I’m talking favors
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| Favors you ain’t deserve and you ain’t want that (Yeah, yeah)
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| Passin' out these loans that I don’t want back (Yeah, yeah)
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| By the time you cross the line, I let you go back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And now I pull up, drop the window, yell out
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| They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop (Let's go)
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| I ran the light and hit the gas (Yeah, yeah)
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| She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (Yes, sir)
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| She say, «Record,» I use the flash with it (Yeah)
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| She always been a good girl, but she fuck me like a thot (Okay)
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| I take my time, I have her blastin' (Yeah)
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| She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not
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| She say I’m nothin' like her last nigga (Yeah)
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| Look, I ain’t trippin', I already got more money than my opps
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| I’m just trying to get more money than last year
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| Don’t argue with 'em, we take care of any problem that we got
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| I just hope when it’s over, you got my back, uh-huh
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| And I ain’t nothin' like your last
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| Look, I ain’t nothing like your last nigga, you buggin', I run it up
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| Had to stack my bread up, I was sick of feelin' regular
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| Niggas out here drillin' her and you worried about impressin' her (Yeah)
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| I swear he’s not me
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| If he ain’t with the shits, then he not with me (Yeah)
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| I’m icy as a motherfucker, golly
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| Why the fuck wouldn’t they wanna rob me?
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| They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop
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| I ran the light and hit the gas (Yeah, yeah)
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| She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (Yes, sir)
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| She say, «Record,» I use the flash with it (Yeah)
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| She always been a good girl, but she fuck me like a thot (Okay)
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| I take my time, I have her blastin' (Yeah)
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| She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not
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| She say I’m nothin' like her last nigga (Yeah) |