| I think it’s all in the waves
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| In the way that you move and the things that you say
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| Hey, think of what we can do if you stop acting crazy
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| I be rude, I be rude, Lil mama don’t hate me
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| Oh no, no no no
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| I think it’s all in the waves
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| In the way that you move and the things that you say
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| Hey, think of what we can do if you stop acting crazy
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| I be rude, I be rude, Lil mama don’t hate me
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| Oh no, no no no
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| Said I be posted out in Beverly
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| Long hair, longevity
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| Oo I swear, it’s a better day
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| Mama used to take my ass to a therapy
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| And now my coupe move cool, no care in me
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| And no Benz, though a Cherokee
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| Mother fuckers be B so embarrassing
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| Bruh I B3P, you a parody
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| Flow sweet, book a tea by a cherry tree
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| From a very old beast, where they stare at me
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| To the rooftop sweets, where the parents be
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| But keep watch, lil homie, move carefully
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| They wanna feature that
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| Mmm, tastes terribly
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| I move the whip through the streets
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| To the top of the earth for the sunset
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| She let me watch while she undress
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| I let 'em talk
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| Yeah bruddah cause the kid’s got the success
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| The pussy positive
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| They like, fuck that
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| Pullin' up, suspect
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| Real Gs ain’t concerned where the plug at
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| You know I got it right here, homie trust that
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| We the plug back
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| Straight spittin' to the four star women
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| With the porn star vision
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| On tour, I might pull up on your place
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| And last year I was 'bout to run away from this shit
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| This year I be all up on the stage and shit
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| I think it’s all in the waves
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| In the way that you move and the things that you say
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| Hey, think of what we can do if you stop acting crazy
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| I be rude, I be rude, Lil mama don’t hate me
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| Eeh tira os olhos de mim, eu não quero você |