| Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
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| Backshots finna go down when we leave
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| And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| Can’t tell me that I’m wrong (Wrong)
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t on (On)
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| Bottle straight to the head and I’m going
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| 'Til I tap out (Ooh) tap out (Ooh)
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| Tap out (Ooh) tap out, ohh
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| She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning)
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| And I’ma give it to her like she want it
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| Tap out, until she tap out
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| Until she tap out, ohh
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| She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning)
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| And I’ma give it to her like she want it
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| Only when I slide to the back
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| Closed eyes in the back 'cause I’m high in the back
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| Got a text where you at, ayy
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| Only big flex where I’m at, ayy
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| Bouncin' on the highway
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| Head on the highway, I only do it my way
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| I ain’t gon' play with it, I’ma work it out
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| Stand up while I lay in it, couple hundred thou'
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| Dead mans in the safe with it, know what I’m about
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| Sip some, blow an 8th with you, bring it to the house
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| Fuck you in a car in the back (Oh yeah, yeah)
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| Fuck you so good, call back (Oh yeah, yeah)
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| For real though
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| How many fucks I give? |
| Zero
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| Eastside Johnny now, mama maxed out
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| And I put that on mom and them, let me tap you out (Ohh oh)
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| Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
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| Backshots finna go down when we leave
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| And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| Can’t tell me that I’m wrong (Wrong)
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t on (On)
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| Bottle straight to the head and I’m going
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| 'Til I tap out (Ooh) tap out (Ooh)
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| Tap out (Ooh) tap out, ohh
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| She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning)
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| And I’ma give it to her like she want it
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| Tap out, until she tap out
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| Until she tap out, ohh
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| She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning)
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| And I’ma give it to her like she want it
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| Slide on the 'Gram lookin' for a new biatch
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| Don’t fall through, back up cause I’ma be aight
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| Put it in my face, I’ma lurk though
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| Ass like Bernice Burgos
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| Capricorn, Libra, Virgo
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| Slidin' down your tongue like Merlot
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| Zodiac, girl what’s your zodiac?
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| That’s your boyfriend? |
| Well, I know he mad
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| How you feel?
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| I might be too raw for you, too real
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| I know your homegirl wanna pop pills
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| Ducked off in them Hollywood Hills
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| I be on bullshit, we be on bullshit
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| Pull up on me one time, know you ain’t doin' shit
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| I be on the front line, what’s happenin'?
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| Ballin' when it’s crunch time, I ain’t lackin' (Ohh oh)
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| Backdrops, smoking on the bombest weed
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| Backshots finna go down when we leave
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| And I got squad in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| And a foreign car in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| Looking like stars in the back, oh yeah, yeah
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| Can’t tell me that I’m wrong (Wrong)
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t on (On)
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| Bottle straight to the head and I’m going
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| 'Til I tap out (Ooh) tap out (Ooh)
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| Tap out (Ooh) tap out, ohh
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| She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning)
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| And I’ma give it to her like she want it
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| Tap out, until she tap out
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| Until she tap out, ohh
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| She wanna play 'til the morning (Morning)
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| And I’ma give it to her like she want it |