| Things may seem fine
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| But not all the time
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| Things may seem fine
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| But not all the time
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| Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk, talk
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| Things may seem fine
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| Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk, talk
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| But not all the time
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| Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk, talk
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| Things may seem fine
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| We gon' talk about it and we gon' walk about it
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| But not all the time
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| Real nigga, talk, talk, team
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| And the liquor, drink, drink, sip, cup
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| Drink the liquor, see a Libra
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| Pack the, ah, move the, ah, like a, uh
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| I met this white girl in Ibiza
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| Sniff all just to be up
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| I’ma take down and I’ll keep her
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| I’ma rip, rip, I’ma reaper
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| When I’m wildin' on the island
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| I’ll take her back down and say, «You wildin'»
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| Holdin' that big thing like I’m waiting
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| To try the pussy so I’m cold conversating
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| I wanna film you while I fuck you
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| I got your toes up, I’ma tuck you
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| I’ma text you, I’ma sext you
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| With the polka-dot prints on the vestule
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| She got the, fine legs, like, I love that
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| I ain’t the same way
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Play, play, but you’re knowin'
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| Uh, yeah, fuck, but, uh
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| Used to zone out with your phone out
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| With your homie on the roll-out
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| Or that white girl in the coke house
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| Or that stage show with the strobe out
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| Gettin' nosy, keep your nose out
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| Had to rise up and I rose out
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| Now I told Clark get the Rolls out
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| Sandy beaches with my toes out
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| Summertime, summer clothes out
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| Little afro, said her fro’s out
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| Even wintertime when it’s cold out
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| I just load up then I hold out (Haha)
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| I just wanna see us givin'
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| I just wanna see us livin' (Yes)
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| I don’t wanna see us tired
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| I just wanna see us driven (Driven)
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| Elevation elevatin' (Elevatin')
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| Man forever regulatin'
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| Them niggas forever hatin'
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| I’m just way too busy celebratin'
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| Let’s talk about it, talk talk
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| Think about it, it’s my thoughts-thoughts
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| Eat the food up with my fork-fork
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| Caught a bullet, it’s a corpse-corpse
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| Draw a light skin and it’s a hat trick
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| 'Cause there’s a white thing and a black chick
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| Took a big draw then I ashed it
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| Then she told me it’s a hash spliff
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| Black girl in Ibiza
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| She got one she a keeper
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| She like to fly down for the weekend
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| I did the rap test and she passed that
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| I’m in the fast lane
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| I’m in the cold breeze like Alaska
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| I was freezin', now I’m back now
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| Keys up, I’m back down
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| Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk-talk, uh
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| Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk-talk, uh
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| Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk-talk, uh
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| We gon' talk about it and we gon' walk about it
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| Real nigga, talk, talk, team
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| And the liquor, drink, drink, sip, cup
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| Drink the liquor, see a Libra
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| Pack the, ah, move the, ah, like a, uh
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| It’s our renaissanse, hear me now
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| See it? |
| Ah
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| Pull up that one there
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| Pull up that one there
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| Pull up that one there
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| No mercy for any crew, yeah, I am a star
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| You don’t know at all
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| Big up all the real gunners in the place, you understand me?
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| Boy, ya hear me?
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| Yeah, it’s your boy, you know?
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| I take no disrespect from the girl, let me know
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| I’ma say, «Yo, some girl’ll box up some boy and beat up some boy and kick up
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| some boy all in a public»
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| And they hear that boy, them still around tryna get him
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| Some real clown in here |