| Yeah, these niggas so lame, these niggas so lame
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| You wanna see me ball out, look nigga, peat game
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| All the ho’s so high, they don’t remember they name
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| They so blow, smoking on that (yeah!)
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| I used to fuck shit niggas by the bleachers
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| Fuck the game, I was bread for the brain
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| Now how the homie get head from a teacher?
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| Fuck a hater, I’m a motherfucker ball
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| Stay on my dick cause it might get soft
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| Fly city, fly city, motherfucker one, they separated a nigga mind from his
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| thought
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| The young nigga so dope nigga O.D., if we ain’t fam don’t approach me
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| So high, I’m a totem pole, lord, a nigga might get a nose bleed
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| All a nigga do is work, I proved it first, y’all niggas sweet
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| And I ain’t eat, let’s do desert, I chew you first, remove your skirt
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| Fuck y’all, no, I really mean that, fuck y’all, room 223
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| I fuck y’all, your girl can dick ride all night, fucking my nuts off, goddamn
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| If you got what I want then I got what you need
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| Girl, I let me what to sin for
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| If you got what I want then I got what you need
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| Girl, I let me what to sin for
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| I got it, I got it
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| Then I got what you need
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| I got it, I got it
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| Then I got what you need
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| I got it, I got it
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| Then I got what you need
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| I got it, I got it
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| What to sin for
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| Sarah was her name, Sarah was her name
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| Mollies was her thing, on that tour bus bathroom
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| Hitting lines and K
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| I saw her at first sight, nah-uh, that ain’t my thing
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| She say «give me a couple seconds and I got you on that brain»
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| I say «cool» she say «cool» and her home girl do the same (word?)
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| Then came out that bathroom, her eyes on that motherfucking plain
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| It’s that rap life, nigga, that party, that bullshit, my Brooklyn niggas
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| Cash bodies on hood shit
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| Now back to my back, look, bitches with the bodies got enough asses
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| Got the whole motherfucking party
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| Look, got my girl with me but still I just had to look
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| We fucking, no discussion cause one look was all it took
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| Rita Ora, Rita Ora, this ho look like Rita Ora
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| Now she dying to give me oral plus she dying to get recorded (ah!)
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| Cause I got what you need
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| I got what you need
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| Yeah! |
| Tell me what you need!
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| Cause I got what you need, I got what you need! |
| (Haha) |