| Gone with the beat, gone with the motherfucking beat
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| Gone with the motherfucking bag in the street, bag in the street,
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| bag in the street
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| Pffft, ah
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| Gone, gone through the day
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| Going, think I hada make pace
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| I ain’t got much but I like it that way
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| I was sad one day then everything change
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| Pffft, fake
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| Fake as the snakes
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| Y’all thinkin' that a boy Drake
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| I ain’t got stress yo I’m makin' shit bang
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| I ain’t got mills but I sure can sang
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| Man I sure can-
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| Pfff, fresh
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| Fresh as the breeze
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| Cold as my chick when she leave
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| Hoes wanna roll when I spit a 16
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| And the kid gon' ball don’t you worry 'bout me
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| But the boy so-
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| Tttt, tight
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| Tight with the mic
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| Thinkin that im wrong when im right
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| They be gettin' off to songs I don’t like
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| And I hop off the plane askin' if this is real life
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| Man this is real?
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| Psshh, cold
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| Cold as the breeze
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| Y’all like summer '16
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| Bitch lookin' bad and she all on her knees
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| She got hit a g, she got hit a g
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| And I’ll paint it all?
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| Pshhh, black
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| Black as the night
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| As sweet as a peach when it ripe
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| You could get a feature they gon' pay you no mind
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| And the touch down real this is who I like
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| I keep an all-star bitch in my arms
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| I fell in love, I’m like what have I done
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| And I’ll be gone by the morning sun
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| I leave it all in the hotel room
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| I keep an all-star bitch in my arms
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| I fell in love, I’m like what have I done
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| And I’ll be gone by the morning sun
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| I leave it all in the hotel room, in the hotel room
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| Stuck in these hotels
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| Lovin' on these hoes still
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| Swear these ones know me so well |