| Ridin' 'round and my car’s low
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| What you waitin' for?
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| I feel like I hit the lotto
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| What you waitin' for?
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| I’m ridin' 'round and my girl’s high
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| What you waitin' for?
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| We’re ridin' 'round just to get by
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| What the fuck you waitin' for?
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| I don’t gotta hide, no, I don’t got reason to lie
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| I don’t need your drama, I don’t need you to survive
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| You don’t gotta say it cause
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| I know that you don’t like me
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| You and all your friends can open wide, go on and bite me
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| I know I’m some shit and I’m cool with it
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| You can’t tell me shit, don’t come and share your dialect
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| Ridin' 'round your city like the cops now
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| Cause there’s no way that we’re gonna stop now
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| I know it sounds strange, but I used to count change
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| On the counter at the grocery store, the bags
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| I would arrange
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| Now his face is looking kinda flustered
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| He didn’t know that I was my own hustler
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| Baby, understand, I don’t need a man
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| Fuck me over, I’ll fuck you worse then take off to Japan
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| Think that I couldn’t cross the street without holdin' his hand
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| And that if he did his dirt he’d get off with a reprimand
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Now we’re ridin' 'round your city with the top down
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| Ridin' 'round your city like the cops now
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Ridin' 'round your city with the top down
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| Cause my passenger is pretty, we won’t stop now |