| You the baddest at my show, girl
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| Tryna let you know, girl
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| I park Super Sports, at the liquor store
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| Wit' them two tens in the back
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| 235s wrapped around the muthafucka and it’s like that
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| Free the homie
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| And every nigga down from tryna push a hood
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| They hate me in the labels, I’m misunderstood
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| For giving niggas hope they can own they shit
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| But they’ll trade it all for a froze wrist
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| Jon and Vinny’s to go, we lasted ten years
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| Blood, sweat, and tears dawg I’m serious
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| I’m out here off experience
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| Top me off the strength, bitch
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| Don’t be acting bougie like that
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| 'Cause you know a nigga rap and you know my pockets stacked
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| You the baddest at my show, girl
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| Tryna let you know, girl
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| Uh, so I wrote this
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| When I fall asleep, I think about you (you)
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| Somewhere on a nice island with panoramic views
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| No cell phones, one pair of shoes
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| You can walk around nude, yea it’s cool
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| Our nights are the brightest
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| Thoughts are collidin'
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| Pina Coladas
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| Then I’m inside ya
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| Uh, Then I’m behind ya
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| I don’t plan on letting go
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| I need another dose
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| I need another dose
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| Shit
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| Shorty like an angel
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| Sweet like mango
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| This is what I say to her
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| This is what I say to her
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| I don’t plan on letting go
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| And I got say so
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| Parked at the liquor store
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| Yea
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| OPM number one
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| Uh, thank you for flying with the clique
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| Sorry for the turbulence
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| Uh
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| Rub my back
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| When I fall asleep, I think about you (you)
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| Somewhere on a nice island with panoramic views
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| No cell phones, one pair of shoes
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| You can walk around nude, yea it’s cool |