| This ain’t a full deal, nah it’s just the side informant
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| Making up for lost thrills, I’ll be there hold on a moment
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| Scoring a sack green, rip 'em up, then we roll it
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| You know how it goes girl, yeah we still struggling
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| We try to shake hands, but it’s hard, we know it
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| Some people too damn proud to be the one to show it
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| Baby, can’t keep from buggin', can’t let it, get it, girl
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| Just keep going, keep that hair down, maintain the tunes
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| Bumping, bringing that feeling down at 3 o’clock in the morning
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| Bumpin' that new shit, it’s all over
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| I already know, how it’s gonna go
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| This ain’t a new deal, nah it’s been evaluated
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| Breaking all the rules, ditchin' class, never graduated
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| Can’t make enough flippin' dubs, skimpin' what
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| Bitches bug and it all catches up and we still struggling
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| You never shook my hand before, but now you fuckin' faded
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| I try to shrug it off, latches on and I can’t take it
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| Baby, can’t keep from buggin', can’t let it, get it, girl
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| Just keep them fists up, we gon' twist up, never wrist cuffed
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| Chillin in the back room straight posting
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| Bumpin' that new shit, it’s all over |