| Lights out
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| Everybody
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| It
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| Is
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| Later
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| Than
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| You
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| Think
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, hiding in your fucking trunk
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| Steppin all up in that So-Flo shit, I’m dirty right down to the bone
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, riding in that fucking donk
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| Scheming my way to the back of your brain
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| And I’m coming up with that future phonk
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, hiding in your fucking trunk
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| Steppin all up in that So-Flo shit, I’m dirty right down to the bone
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, riding in that fucking donk
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| Scheming my way to the back of your brain
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| And I’m coming up with that future phonk
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| Sliding to get an OT
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| Sitting up high like I’m on blue dream
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| Got the 12's in the trunk and they shake the street
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| Ghoste up in black and my soul don’t freeze
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| Putting motherfuckers underwater
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| Ever since I dropped my verse to LeaveMeInTheSky
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| Too broke to live so I called up the reaper
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| And asked him why I’m still alive
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| Never give a fuck about a motherfucker
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| Trying to bring a motherfucker down to they level
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| Settle for the shit you never show
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| And when it’s never enough for me to make it to the next level
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| So I see you wanna act like you speak to the devil
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| He’s kicking it in my back seat
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| And if I wake up in the morning with no scratch on me
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| I’ma remain closed and deceased, when you see me better jump
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, hiding in your fucking trunk
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| Steppin all up in that So-Flo shit, I’m dirty right down to the bone
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, riding in that fucking donk
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| Scheming my way to the back of your brain
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| And I’m coming up with that future phonk
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, hiding in your fucking trunk
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| Steppin all up in that So-Flo shit, I’m dirty right down to the bone
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| Ooga fucking booga, bitch, riding in that fucking donk
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| Scheming my way to the back of your brain
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| And I’m coming up with that future phonk |