| «What's yo, what’s yo occupation?»
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| «Currently unemployed»
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| «That's alright, most people are»
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| Hey. |
| Riding like I’m s’posed to
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| And everybody knows that you a stranger
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| I’m on my worst behavior
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| Aye, that’s o-kay
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| And momma said don’t come home… smelling like you come from Jamaica
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| So I’ll be home way later
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| Don’t you, worry 'bout me, no… nah
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| Grew up on that old school, aye now I mix that shit that get me paid up
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| We major
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| I do this shit on my own I’ll never take favors, no way
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| Lord help me if I ever do
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| She work my nerves and tease my crew, I like it though
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| Shorty be so like-a-ble
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| Check it out, uh
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| On a beat like this, rolling up a spliff in the parking lot
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| Never gon' step in that barber shop
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| And I’mma sip the wet whether they card or not
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| They won’t leave me 'lone
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| And don’t call my phone
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| I ain’t peepin', no
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| It won’t be too long before she turn me on
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| And my lady wanna ride with me
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| She ain’t feeling used to saying bye to me
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| No, she was getting used to getting high with me
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| Take a flight, she be that Lucy in the sky for me
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| And so I’m
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| Hey. |
| Riding like I’m s’posed to… and everybody knows that you a stranger
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| I’m on my worst behavior
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| Aye, that’s o-kay
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| And momma said don’t come home… smelling like you come from Jamaica
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| So I’ll be home way later
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| Don’t you, worry 'bout me
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| I’mma be like ooh ooh ooh ooh ohoh
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| I said ooh ooh ooh ooh OOH
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| Girl, and she be so fine, she be so fine
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| She be all on my mind, all on my mind
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| So I’m riding like I’m s’posed to |