| I come to life
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| I come to life
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| Yea, I come to life
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| I come to life when I’m driving, see the city lights
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| Got me slipping, not too much to start it like
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| Because the night is young, and I got spots to hit
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| Bitches deceiving shit, shorty body feverish perfected
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| Welcome bitches up to perfection
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| I’m destined, please don’t try me son, I’m bad, who tested
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| All these nobody lames can’t see my flow
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| You would’ve thought it was legal, all the stour I blow
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| With a mamy riding shotty cute as Gwyneth Paltrow
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| So I’m all about this money, every day I count mo'
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| Fuck a Facebook, nigga I’m online banking
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| Fuck a Twitter follow, I’m paper chasing
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| And never will you ever see a nigga slow down
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| Pretty faces everywhere, baby girl it’s going down
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| It’s the fast life, I ain’t even talking bout me
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| Eh, by an out fare but to stop cheating
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| I come to life in my fast fast car
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| Young life, can that ever be ours?
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| My Testarossa same color as Mars
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| Buckle up, you are now riding with a star
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| I come to life
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| I come to life
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| Yea, I come to life
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| I come to life
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| Blood flowing, when I’m cruising give me a rush
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| Wanted me to go down, told er I just do it up
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| New York nigga, you can tell how my skin thick
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| Busting down some fried rice and rib tips
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| Feeling bout my business, in for this, these niggas ridiculous
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| Yall just wanna start shit, my nigga we finish it
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| So stop fronting like yall dudes can mess with me
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| I cut these fools like pizza pies with extra cheese
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| Make you a memory, have you laid out like the letter T
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| Never take my eyes off my enemy
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| Focused, when I’m in the room you feel my energy
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| Probably moving wrong if these haters ain’t upset with me
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| I keep em fuming, you can see the girl in em
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| I tell em keep it moving ‘fore we put them hollows in em
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| And ain’t nobody see it, we do it on the low
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| Then jump in the whip, son it’s time to go
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| I come to life in my fast fast car
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| Young life, can that ever be ours?
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| My Testarossa same color as Mars
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| Buckle up, you are now riding with a star
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| I come to life
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| I come to life
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| I come to life
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| Yea, I come to life
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| I come to life
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| I come to life! |