| Drink a little bit of that Polar Spring
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| I’ma talk my shit though
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| I don’t know if I’ma talk my shit about you or I’ma talk my shit about me,
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| but I’ma talk my shit
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| I’ma
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| I’ma pop my shit, that’s what I do, shit
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Niggas ain’t ever even heard me on no shit like this before, like
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| I’m usually the one doin' the singing, haha
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| Haha, Zoovie
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| 2020, it’s just sometimes, you gotta switch it up on these niggas, man
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| 'Cause some of these niggas, they really not on your level, man (Yeah)
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| Y’all niggas got a lot of catchin' up to do (Ayy, yeah)
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| Let’s paint a picture for 'em, baby, real artist shit
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| Girl, it’s only me and you, now that’s a partnership
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| I compliment you everyday, girl, I love the way you do it
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| Business savvy, plus she classy, always vibin' to her music
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| And she ain’t never late, that money call, she gettin' to it
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| Always dot her I’s and cross her T’s, she do not confuse it
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| Nothin' like no boss bitch, never been no lost bitch
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| Loyalty and love, girl, it’s free, it don’t cost shit
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| I could feel you deep down in my body, in my soul with it
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| Never been the type to show emotions, I’m controllin' it
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| I’m feelin' like I put the top down, it’s you I’m rollin' with
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| Soon as I put the blunt out, then I roll again
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| I don’t go out my way, but when I do, I hope you notice it
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| Business is for me, and for you, I’m talkin' ownership
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| Girl, put your name on that title, we ain’t loanin' shit
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| Fix your crown then you walk in like you own this bitch
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| Wap
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| Fetty, what up?
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| Let me talk to my queen on this one
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| I feel your vibes, baby bro
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| Yeah
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| Wherever you goin', know I’m comin', I couldn’t stay away
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| Money can’t buy love, but it put it on layaway
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| We wait for the night to put the day away
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| And we get to fuckin' and put the J away
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| Roll another J, then another J
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| Me and you together forever, can’t see another way
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| Bonnie and Clyde vibes, never puttin' the gun away
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| We talk to the moon and put the sun away
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| White
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| , black
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| Kisses on your forehead, naval and your backhand
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| Streets tried to eat me like they was Pacman
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| Yeah, it’s rough for a brother, you know, the black man
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| But you stuck with me like you Gorilla Glue
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| So I hold it down like a gorilla do
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| I don’t fuck with the monkeys, I make gorilla moves
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| Yeah, we livin' this life, that’s what the scrilla do
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| Zoovie |