| Yeah, yeah, uh
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| Uh, yeah
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| Uh, yeah, yeah
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| Well, what brings you to church this evenin'?
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| Fightin' love, fightin' hate or you’re fightin' your demons?
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| Mama tried to talk to you, wouldn’t kee— keep it
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| Sad story, if I had to shoot 'em bet it’s Robert Horry
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| I know you can get comfortable with it
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| I hit the road and had to double up my digits (Woah)
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| My car is push-to-start, like, can you dig it?
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| Put it in the driveway, my key in your ignition
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| I know it get hot as hell
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| But you’ll be a bad one, I wanna smoke some
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| I know it get hotter, yeah
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| I wanna smoke some
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| Yeah
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| Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
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| Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
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| Type of shit I gotta focus on
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| Heaven or Hell? |
| It be a story to tell (Yeah)
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| Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales (Woah)
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| Me and my niggas, we steady dodgin' the 12 (Uh-huh)
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| Dodgin' the jail, don’t talk on the cell (Yeah)
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| Lean in my orange soda, I’m Kenan and Kel (Woah)
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| And in my own corners, I trap out the mail (Uh-huh)
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| Fuck what you talkin' 'bout and fuck your lil' scale
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| I bet it’s gon' sell, I bet it’s gon' sell
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| It’s whatever with the don, you know I’m leadin' the pack (Uh)
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| You play around, I’ll bet you won’t get it back (Uh)
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| I hit your bitch, I guess you won’t get it back, uh (Hahaha)
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| I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
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| Yeah
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| Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh)
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| Type of shit I gotta focus on |