| Yeah, yeah
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| Hey, I’m on the night club
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| Yeah, yeah, aye
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| Girl with the long hair I fuck with
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| The head hanging out the window
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| You would think it’s Rapunzel
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| I got my funds up, so humble like funds worth
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| LH914 on me, that’s Lutherans
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| That mean that I’m fly
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| TBHG carry me, I can’t die
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| Walking on clouds, can’t bury me alive
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| I used to crack him to play Suicide
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| I was scared of the night (Sheesh)
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| The story about love
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| Aye, find me on the top floor
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| This been hazin' like Tom Ford
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| In my final days, I will go out raw
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| I get nervous when I pass a cop car
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| Swear then when I was broke
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| My community in love with me for speaking the truth
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| The industry hoping that I choke
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| This be the reason I’m alone, yeah
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| This be the reason you and me don’t rock no more
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| And this be the reason that I’m cold, yeah
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| This be the reason I do not answer calls
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| Ay, they cuss me out on this side
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| You know that I be getting up
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| Ay, they push me down on that side
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| You know that I be getting up, yeah
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| And even if they buss on this side
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| You know that I be getting up, yeah
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| 'Cause I can never get enough
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| Bullet proof soul, come and hit me up
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| You don’t fool, I ain’t never giving up
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| Riding alone most of my days
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| 'Cause I don’t trust no one that comes across my way, yeah
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| I know they smile in my face
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| Behind my back, yeah, I know what they say
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| Yay said this and yay done that
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| And yay turn heard, but never call back
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| And yay owe him but never pay back
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| Got the new S-class, I heard this a Maybach
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| Skrr, skrr, yeah, had to switch up the lane
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| Same old number, bro, switch out the name
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| Don’t try to claim that the checkers are fame
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| Try to fix you shit, boy, you still tryin' to blame
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| This be the reason I’m alone, yeah
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| This be the reason you and me don’t rock no more
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| And this be the reason that I’m cold, yeah
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| This be the reason I do not answer calls
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| Ay, they cuss me out on this side
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| You know that I be getting up
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| Ay, they push me down on that side
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| You know that I be getting up, yeah
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| And even if they buss on this side
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| You know that I be getting up, yeah
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| 'Cause I can never get enough
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| Bullet proof soul, come and hit me up
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| You don’t fool, I ain’t never giving up |