| Remember last May when Omar threw two nights in a row
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| Konstantina whippin' her Bimmer convertible
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| Drop top down all the way down Oak Grove road
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| NG season 3 just another episode
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| An American flag and a bottle of champagne
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| My finessers finessin' all damn day
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| I can’t feel my face, I can’t even hear the music
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| Is this reality or an illusion?
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| When it’s midnight in the bay
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| All the bitches and the players out to pay
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| Nothing good ever happens after 12 a. |
| m
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| But these streets know me better than I know myself
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| When it’s midnight in the bay
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| All the bitches and the players out to pay
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| Nothing good ever happens after 12 a. |
| m
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| But these streets know me better than I know myself
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| Two weeks before it was like Hawaii in Dub-C
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| Mac Dre bumping, got my bars and my Hennessy
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| Boys with bottles, these girls are models with no runway
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| But when the cops show up, just look at how they run away
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| Lights off, flicker
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| Blue and red, hide the liquor
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| Did you call my phone?
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| Too turnt, dial tone
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| Hide and seek
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| My girl, she’s too lit to speak
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| But pour another round, get the music loud
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| Let’s show them the 925
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| Oh Lord
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| Broke bitches in a pack of cigarettes
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| California secrets, hold up, 'cause they know the rest
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| Ave Maria, I’ll take your boy to church tonight
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| Cha-Cha for me one time, 8 minutes we’ll be alright
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| When it’s midnight in the bay
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| All the bitches and the players out to pay
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| Nothing good ever happens after 12 a. |
| m
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| But these sreets know me better than I know myself
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| When it’s midnight in the bay
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| All the bitches and the players out to pay
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| Nothing good ever happens after 12 a. |
| m
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| But these sreets know me better than I know myself
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| Lights off, flicker
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| Blue and red, hide the liquor
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| Did you call my phone?
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| Too turnt, dial tone
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| Hide and seek
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| My girl, she’s too lit to speak
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| But pour another round, get the music loud
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| Let’s show them the 925
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| Oh Lord |