| You know love I’m finished, you can put your clothes on
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| She stay on my dick and now she trynna pose on it
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| He ain’t really tough, I know that nigga flexin'
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| I be smokin' on that loud, I swear that shit is dangerous
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| Them niggas fake, swear they never couldn’t hang with us
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| We got a different (?), they couldn’t stand with us
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| They see the flash and then they jump before the cameras
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| I swear we keep it real nigga, I swear we really trill nigga
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| Puttin' money up, I know you want a deal nigga
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| He only put 5 on him, I put 6 on me
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| I got all this pain bro, I maintain on it
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| We just made the lane, these other niggas payin'
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| Get the money, get the money, then make it flip
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| Niggas talkin', niggas bummy, they ain’t on shit
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| That’s your honey? |
| Take her out, then I give her dick
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| They want a pic, take a pic, then go save that shit
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| Niggas copy, me, I keep it original
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| She so sloppy, 'specially when she suckin' dick (?)
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| Get the knowledge, get the knowledge, then make a change
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| Smoke a gram, smoke a gram and go chill with Dan
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| Smoking flavours, flavours like I’m from Amsterdam
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| Couple bitches fuckin' with me from Rotterdam
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| Rockstar, rockin', I’m killin' hella shows
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| Wrist froze, wrist froze, you catch a cold
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| Tryna find a way out
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| I know this shit will pay out
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| We ain’t playin games but boy you best be on your way now
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| And you got so much to say
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| Stay in your lane
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| Last summer I fucked around, I found myself in Spain
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| Ay, ay, showtime keep flexin'
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| Your shit perplexing
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| Good girls undressin'
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| Bank rolls, I’m finessin'
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| Saying loads, but don’t mean it
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| On my way to a meeting
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| Putting work in the stu' now, all night, all season
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| Always on the go
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| Slide on them like whoa
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| Got a (?)
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| Fly like (?)
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| They like there he go
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| They like there he go
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| My team next to blow
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| We on your radio
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| On your stereo
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| Baby say I’m cold
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| But I’m no eskimo
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| Gas like Texaco
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| Flex another bowl
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| I want the bag on me
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| I need the racks on me
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| Don’t need a strap on me
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| Them man can clap for me
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| I’m 'bout to roll the window down whilst I’m sitting shotgun, maybe I can make
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| a hotty catch my eye
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| It’s like a bought a dotty, that’s a shotty, to the rave, and got it poppin',
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| just the way the speaker pumpin' out the vibes
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| Whisper in my ear
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| Make me feel alive
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| What’s the night lookin' like
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| Wanna be like us
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| Troll lookalikes
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| Bitch I’m in tights (?)
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| Make me roll the dice
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| Wait, ay, yeah
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| Walkin 'round, I see them plottin' on me
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| Fuck nigga, you ain’t stuntin on me
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| I get the money, I want it pronto
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| Bitches up on me, they wanna unload
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| She go, down low, give ucks
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| But fuck that, I just wanna double up
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| They been tellin' me a lot they talk 'nuff
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| Proper music, we be makin' good stuff
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| Ay, ay |