| 7:09 in my uber
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| Crazy night barely remember
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| Lay in hooters
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| They not double, probably B’s tho
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| Tints black, we creep low
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| Probably with the squad and rolling up to faneto
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| I said probably with the squad and rolling up to faneto
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| Called a few girls wait let me look through the peep hole
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| We don’t trust nobody especially random people
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| Strolling through the universe
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| Probably looking for trouble
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| The cassette tapes was in
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| I need it all in the duffle
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| All 20's, all 50's, all hunnits
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| My heart jumping
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| Pray the fucking car running
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| Famo watch the news
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| They had no clue that y’all done it
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| Black mask and a hoodie
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| They try it we start dumping
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| Made a left on
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| (toot toot, run nigga, nigga)
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| Black mask and a hoodie
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| They try it we start dumping
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| Made a left on Capitol we speeding going 80
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| Now shawty calling my phone
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| Im like hold up one second baby
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| I know if them people get me
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| Its gone be I see you later
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| Quick reminisce when I was choosing
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| Kool-Aid Flavors
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| Cause life gone throw some shit you way
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| Some things you just can’t handle
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| Negativity, is the root of evil
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| So we learn how to channel
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| Maybe just a mistake
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| Just a mistake
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| Feel like I’m caught up in a maze
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| Im in a daze
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| But Im gone do it anyways
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| Yeah anyways
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| Aye
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| Cause life gone throw some shit you way
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| Some things you just can’t handle
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| Negativity, is the root of evil
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| So we learn how to channel
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| Maybe just a mistake
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| Just a mistake
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| Feel like I’m caught up in a maze
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| Im in a daze
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| But Im gone do it anyways
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| Yeah anyways
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| Aye
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| (Knock, knock get on the fucking floor)
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| Barely know what to think now
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| (Think now)
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| Like are we on the same page
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| (Same page)
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| I keep this groove
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| Everytime im in booth
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| Know i hardly give a damn
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| No what they say
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| Barely know what to think now
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| (Think now)
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| Like are we on the same page
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| (Same page)
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| I keep this groove
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| Everytime im in booth
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| Know i hardly give a damn
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| No what they say
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| Today lets meet the Grammy’s
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| Lets plot for down the road
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| On this echelon shit
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| Til Armageddon in my palm
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| (Palm no)
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| I keep 6 wolves with me
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| With some killer sixteens
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| Make ya roll
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| Million dollar pitch
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| Fuck it ima swing
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| (Swing no)
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| Out the park
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| Homerun and find a bad sugar ting'
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| Find the plug everywhere
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| I told her I might sell her dreams
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| And you still gone go
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| I been excellent oh
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| You been settling oh
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| Unprofessional
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| I keep perfecting my mode
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| Nothing special
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| Then I light my weed up
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| Blu & Exile subbing out ya fucking speakers
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| I got it from my dad
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| This that 9th flo' music
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| I don’t mean to shoot em down
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| But they high hopes stupid
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| Cause my mind been tight
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| While yo screws was unloosened
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| If its no progression better
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| Change yo solution
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| I don’t never brag
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| I just BLAM THE FACTS
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| Just know we in the function
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| When the hoes…
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| Barely know what to think now
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| (Think now)
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| Like are we on the same page
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| (Same page)
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| I keep this groove
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| Everytime im in booth
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| Know i hardly give a damn
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| No what they say
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| Barely know what to think now
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| (Think now)
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| Like are we on the same page
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| (Same page)
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| I keep this groove
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| Everytime im in booth
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| Know i hardly give a damn
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| No what they say |