| It’s like I’m you
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| It’s like I’m you
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| Looks like we on
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| Twist your two middle fingers up, throw the West up
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| Got two sets left, push, fill my chest up
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| If I pull, pull, pull, I can build my back up
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| And I pull pull pull that thang, you’ll back up
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| Niggas can’t control they chick, she act up
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| Cold part is both him and the bitch get smacked up
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| I got more bounce, I’m Roger, I’m Zapp-ed up
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| I, tap the bottle and twist the cap off
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| I, shoot the long range 3, Paul George
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| Had a bad ass look with me and I called yours
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| No, stranger to danger and long tours
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| Everything I gave, I gave it, it’s all yours
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| And he said that they paid him, it’s all good
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| And she said, he paid her, so it’s all good
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| Let the festivities start, we fell through
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| This shit pump hard in the car, yeah it do
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| It’s like I’m you
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| It’s like I’m you
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| Looks like we on
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| I came out my mama, told the doctor, «What's really?»
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| Had a fade that lasted two weeks once from West Philly
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| I remember all the big ass jerseys, I looked silly
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| And I was still gettin' money and pussy, and that kills me
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| The elbow ziplock zones were so baggy
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| Those were the days, Archie Bunker, All in the Family
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| Space weed always flowed in Southern Cali
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| And me? |
| I was blowed over the deal off in the Valley
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| Those that heard of me, they know I’m from that Likwit fraternity
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| Reppin' Likwit 'til eternity
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| Picture perfect, paint a perfect picture
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| Real L.A. nigga, no sympathizer vision
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| For my mama, see the future, fuck the commas
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| Stay out the way of the… drama
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| Got me thinkin' down Lincoln while I’m sinkin' in the driver’s
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| Blowin' smoke quietly
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| It’s like I’m you
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| It’s like I’m you
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| Look like we on
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| It’s like I’m you
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| It’s like I’m you
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| Look like we on |