| I got my own style and I got my own grace
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| I work my own angle, what you trynna say
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| I got my own cut means I stick my own green
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| And green-eyed monsters be first on the scene
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| Like yellow foxes, eyes in the sky
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| Always flip quick like can I get a ride
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| Can you get a ride man, can I get a spot
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| I see you throwin' shade out the corner of my eye
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| I’m from the go, so I keep movin' on
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| From the freaks out night to the early morn
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| Blue muhfuckas done got me gone and we ain’t leaving till I get some
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| I got my records, I got my own taste
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| Shoes Louis Vuitton, power suit, super cape
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| If you get to yappin' say it to my face
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| Dial 3−3-1−59−88, holla at me
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| D-d don’t step to me
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| Get fresh with me
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| Don’t step to me
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| Get fresh with me
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| S-step to me get fresh with me
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| Get get g-g-get fresh with me
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| Get fresh
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| Get fresh with me
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| Don’t step to me
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| Get fresh with me
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| S-s-step to me
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| Get fresh with me
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| Get g-g-get fresh with me
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| I got my own rhythm and I got my own bass
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| I got my own kickers and my motorcycle dace
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| Got five on the ride baby I got trace
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| Like she ninety-nine gotta keep it grace
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| Work so shinin' but you whinin'
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| Chillin at the Superwards, checkin out behind him
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| I got eye on them, man I grind on them
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| Even pop that booty when I’m rhy-a-min'
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| That’s right, Ima learn ya how
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| I moved up and I got my own piece of pie
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| Not pizza pie but I got a good record like Domino’s line outside for five
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| So you wanna kick it to a down-ass jawn
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| With my man cold chillin' and my glasses on
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| Uh, I done told you don’t call my phone
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| Only broke hoes creep on the low
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| So I got my own singles and I got my own cuts
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| Switchboard shucks and I got my own struts
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| I know you hear me comin' so you betta listen up
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| And get that ole style while we’re pissin' out ya cup
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| Holla at me |