| Oh, bout to go pick up Andrea
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| I hope she with the bullshit
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| Man, I ain’t fucked in two days
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| My shit backed up (God damn)
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| Oh, oh, let me unlock the door, baby
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, shit
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| Get, get in the car
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| You, you coulda sat in the front too
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| No, I’ll sit down back here
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| I don’t wanna make it seem like I don’t know you like that
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| Cause I’m tryna get to know you
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| OK
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| Where you finna go?
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| We going to the Westin
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| You finna go to the Westin
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| Let’s go to the Westin
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| Who you know in the Westin?
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| You gotta baby daddy?
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| No, I don’t have a baby daddy
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| You know I ain’t tryna shoot nobody bout no bitch
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| What?
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| Ok, ok, you ain’t got no kids
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| Let’s do it, we ride, we ride
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| We ride now, ay, we ride
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| What the fuck? |
| Is this shit broken?
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| Oh yeah, that seat belt don’t work, baby
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Just, just put it over your shoulder
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| Know what I’m sayin'?
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| Like a safe control
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| Put it over my shoulder? |
| Niggas can’t be serious |