| Who that there, that want smoke over here
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| We can’t hear shit clear
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| Too much smoke in the air
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| My plate full, but got her folks up in here
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| Her panties on chandelier, I can see em in the mirror
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| She got dope, but she don’t roll it enough
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| My pay sturdy but ain’t no holding me up
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| Flat line 30 for 30, this an ESPN special that gone get you
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| They won’t let a man check you on flight
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| Outta sight
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| Outta spite, might risk
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| This trip
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| Gotta dip, no lip
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| Just chips
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| I’m freak nasty
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| Don’t gas me, they won’t out last me
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| I ain’t 'bout to Uber, I’m a taxi
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| The feed different 'cause I gotta bleed different
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| Now it’s me and you like Cassie
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| Gotta have me a lil Pappys
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| I put my hand up on your hip
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| Load my clip before we dip
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| You put your hand up on my hip
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| The you grip, you dip, I dip
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| I put my hand up on your hip
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| When you dip, I dip, we dip
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| Imma put my
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| While you put yours
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| Need room, boom boom
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| Make 'em start clearin' room
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| In my own interlude
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| Fuckin' in a fittin' room
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| I just walked in the room
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| I don’t wanna interview
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| I’m here what I need to do
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| I ain’t really in the mood
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| You don’t want us bein' rude
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| Got a lot of shit to do
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| If I’m talking to you listen closely
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| Stick talk, criss cross, sunroof shorty
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| I’m in hoodie season nigga, don’t approach me
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| You gone see what you might need but that gone be
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| Just a lil too late
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| Stick you need, I got on me, but that ain’t free
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| You a lil too late
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| You gone see what you might need but that gone be
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| Just a lil too late
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| Stick you need, I got on me, but that ain’t free
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| You a lil too late |