| Keep in this shit if you hundred
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| I’m shirtless and showing my stomach
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| Officials, my niggas get summoned
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| Still Pivot we came up from nothing
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| I know my lady might want it
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| She love me then sometimes she come in
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| I promise there is no appointment
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| Swear that it’s getting redundant
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| Young nig punk look like a college student
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| Feel like a drop belly in a motherfucking hoopy
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| I can make the road feel just like a movie
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| Man you want an automatic
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| I’m a traffic like a woozy
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| You are not the man if it’s just in your city nigga
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| You are not the man if it’s just in your city
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| I’ve been in the Bay where the niggas say boozy
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| Postcards signed yours truly (ooh)
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| Let’s take 'em back to way before
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| Where you need a bus fare to get the way you wanna go
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| I kid you not I’m dead broke
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| Trying to save a little and buy an old Civic or Accord
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| Hit the microphone and press record
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| But chilling with my niggas on the porch
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| We’re grinding like I do not have a choice
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| They love me, that’s because I am the voice
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| Keep in this shit if you hundred
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| I’m shirtless and showing my stomach
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| Officials, my niggas get summoned
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| Still Pivot we came up from nothing
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| I know my lady might want it
|
| She love me then sometimes she come in
|
| I promise there is no appointment
|
| Swear that it’s getting redundant
|
| Keep in this shit if you hundred
|
| I’m shirtless and showing my stomach
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| Officials, my niggas get summoned
|
| Still Pivot we came up from nothing
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| I know my lady might want it
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| She love me then sometimes she come in
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| I swear that it’s getting redundant
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| Swear that it’s getting redundant
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| Why do I feel just like I’m the portal
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| They knock down the buildings that you loiter
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| And I spit bars like a wine connoisseur
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| Til my head get headache Tylenol
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| Someone told me, «Saba, you a dog»
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| Demolish the demon in a brawl
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| Like I’m eating broccoli
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| I’m getting brolic now
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| And by the looks of it
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| You just discover
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| What is book
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| big is phobia
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| Quit like Kobe done
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| And I cannot feel
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| On count of your homie
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| I’m smooth as petroleum jelly
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| Niggas still know they not ready
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| Up in my bread like a deli
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| I need a podium ready
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| I’m from the Austin area
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| Out where the love is still deli
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| They tell me to keep in this shit if you hundred
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| I’m shirtless and showing my stomach
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| Officials, my niggas get summoned
|
| Still Pivot we came up from nothing
|
| I know my lady might want it
|
| She love me then sometimes she come in
|
| I promise there is no appointment
|
| Swear that it’s getting redundant
|
| Keep in this shit if you hundred
|
| I’m shirtless and showing my stomach
|
| Officials, my niggas get summoned
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| So Pivot we came up from nothing
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| I know my lady might want it
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| She love me then sometimes she come in
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| I promise there is no appointment |