| Yo, free clothes, three hoes and a Gatorade
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| White socks, black chucks, looking like I’m Taylor Gang
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| Xbox on the bus, just so we can play the game
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| Banging on my chest after I fuck, just like orangutans
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| New whip at the crib, but I let my cousin drive
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| Told him quit his nine to five, niggas gon' be rich for life
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| Buzzing like a beehive, look into my brother’s eyes
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| Blood thicker than water, I got you, forget them others guys
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| Jumping in the crowd together, make my mama proud forever
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| But nobody tell her we got them hoes
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| And they got down for whatever
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| Clowning all my homies, all my records is sounding clever
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| Crowd is getting loud and wilding out like this is heavy metal
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| After party, yeah, I’m faded, pictures with me, yeah, I’m famous
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| Haters hating, well, I got security to keep this stainless
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| These women be getting naked, I got Magnum shit is dangerous
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| Misbehaving, Imma make her say yeah just like Usher Raymond
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| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic
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| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic
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| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic
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| Thank God I’m Futuristic
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| Thank God I’m Futuristic
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| Ho
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| Yo, yeah, stage dives, high fives and some autographs
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| Big money talking, save them quarters for the laundromat
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| Told them I was about to blow, then stepped on the launching pad
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| Now I’m calling shots like I’m a baller yelling, off the glass
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| Hundred snaps up in my closet, only rocking two or three
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| Only nigga shining like a star without no jewelry
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| In my city you’ll never hear nobody say, who is he?
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| Spitting cold flows in hundred twenty two degrees
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| My team is dreaming and scheming on making millions
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| I’m heading to the Banks just like Tyra and Azelea
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| My word done change with the seasons
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| Like a goddamn chameleon
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| Speaking green, I’m a motherfucking beast
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| Godzilla, you the opposite
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| They say I’ll be lost without you, like Robin Thicke
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| Funny nigga, robbing big, Magic Johnson, positive
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| I’m sick and ain’t no telling when these niggas find a cure for me
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| But still a nigga prosper and gossiping and they heard of me
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| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic
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| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic
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| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic
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| Thank God I’m Futuristic
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| Thank God I’m Futuristic
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| Ho |