| I’ve been mixing
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| I’m fucked up
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| She can’t handle what’s in my cup
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| I’ve been mixing
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| Lighting blunts
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| Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh
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| Oh
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| I’m going up
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| I’m going, going
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) UP
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) going
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) UP
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| Yeah, let’s go missing
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| Let’s find a cut
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| I got some henny mixed with ciroc in my cup (mix it up!)
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| Stragg life for my niggas going up (going up!)
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| I’m tryna fuck, that’s that shit that keep me up, yeah
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| I’ve been saucy
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| Can’t keep 'em off me
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| Tryna fall in love, girl
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| Think that’s where you lost me
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| I could pay the price, now
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| I don’t care what it cost me
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| Come jump on this dick, girl
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| If you feeling froggy
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| I got bitches on me
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| I can’t get them off me
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| Niggas wanna be me
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| That’s another story
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| I feel like I’m Dej Loaf
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| Let a nigga try me
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| Camouflage paper
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| Looking like an army, aye yeah
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| Don’t leave me alone oh
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| There’s something in my cup
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| That’s why I hit your phone
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| That’s why I hit your phone
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| I’ve been mixing
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| I’m fucked up
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| She can’t handle what’s in my cup
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| I’ve been mixing
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| Lighting blunts
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| Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh
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| Oh
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| I’m going up
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| I’m going, going
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) UP
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) going
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) UP
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| Yo
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| I’m going up
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| Imma need another cup
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| I’m tryna cut, girl
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| You already know what’s up
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| She saying, that I’m a freak
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| She calling me a slut, damn
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| She ain’t complaining when I’m feeling on her butt, damn
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| Young icy niggas, we don’t give a fuck, no
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| Twenty bitches, we just pop them in the truck, woah
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| Shawty keep on asking me about my pockets ('bout my pockets)
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| Bitch, I’m balling (bitch, I’m balling)
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| You need to stop it (stop it!)
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| These niggas hate me
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| And all these bitches wanna date me
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| I might invite her to the crib, and let her rate me
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| If she a 10, I probably might let her have one of my babies
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| Tell her bring her friend, and they gon ride me
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| Like a new Mercedes, aw yeah
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| Don’t leave me alone oh
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| There’s something in my cup
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| That’s why I hit your phone
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| That’s why I hit your phone
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| I’ve been mixing
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| I’m fucked up
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| She can’t handle what’s in my cup
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| I’ve been mixing
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| Lighting blunts
|
| Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh
|
| Oh
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| I’m going up
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| I’m going, going
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) UP
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) going
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| I’m going up, (I'm going) UP |