| Alright, Alright
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| Yeah
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| One take for real
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| I’m cutting this one
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| Straight up
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| Hey, Hey
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| I gave you props
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| You gave me nothing
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| I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it
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| Shorty be a thot
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| And you know the butt big
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| But do I trust it
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| Aye, do I trust it
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| I’m posted up in that Blue Velour
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| Feel like I’ve been here before
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| I don’t fuck with your old shit
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| Hate the new more
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| Don’t do more
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| Dont do that
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| Young Fel gone hood rat
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| Bread in my bookbag since bringing these books back
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| And Ima' touch it don’t look
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| Seen too much, I be shook
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| Take a shot of that uhh
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| Fuck with Trey cause he hood
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| Get the paper, that wood
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| She a virgin, I’m good
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| Trying to write my own story
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| Like some day, yeah some day
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| When the sky ain’t so stormy
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| And the plane can leave the runway
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| Now everybody got it all wrong
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| I’m the one writin' these songs
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| We don’t get along
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| If you in the green room, takin' pics with your phone
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| Tryna' act like my mom
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| Seen the whole world, I ain’t even 21
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| Still sip Don Perignon, wit' that strong, uh
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| Praise to my god
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| And I’m gone
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| You gave me nothing
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| I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it
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| Shorty be a thot
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| And you know the butt big
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| But do I trust it
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| Aye, do I trust it |