| We’ll now begin the push-up section. |
| Ready? |
| Begin
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t want hoes, I be out with the bros
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| Turnin' new shit up when we hop in the ride
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| Keep it down low, then we up, gotta go to the top
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| So please, I don’t waste no time
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| Always with the gang, no, we don’t gotta bang
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| So I don’t need TECs or a Glock or a .9
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| Move too fast, six speed, I’ma dash
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| Now I’m on a way, I’ma make what’s mine
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| I don’t want hoes, I be out with the bros
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| Turnin' new shit up when we hop in the ride
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| Keep it down low, then we up, gotta go to the top
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| So please, I don’t waste no time
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| Always with the gang, no, we don’t gotta bang
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| So I don’t need TECs or a Glock or a .9
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| Move too fast, six speed, I’ma dash
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| Now I’m on a way, I’ma make what’s mine
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| I’ll never change, stay true to my name
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| RH forever, that’s what I’ma claim
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| Money and fame, it don’t mean a thing
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| I’ll stay the lamest, I’m being the same
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| Bitch, yeah, you know that I get to the guap
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| Just like some bubblegum, know I still pop
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| I’m 'boutta ball so pass me the rock |
| I could pull it from deep, and I won’t miss a shot
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| Yeah, gang by my side, and I know they down to ride
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| We gon' slide, I don’t want no thot, push 'em to the side
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| I’m so fly, in the air up like kites
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| Soaring off right through the night
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| I don’t want fights, I don’t even drift or shoot
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| Better still talk to me nice
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| I don’t want hoes, I be out with the bros
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| Turnin' new shit up when we hop in the ride
|
| Keep it down low, then we up, gotta go to the top
|
| So please, I don’t waste no time
|
| Always with the gang, no, we don’t gotta bang
|
| So I don’t need TECs or a Glock or a .9
|
| Move too fast, six speed, I’ma dash
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| Now I’m on a way, I’ma make what’s mine
|
| I don’t want hoes, I be out with the bros
|
| Turnin' new shit up when we hop in the ride
|
| Keep it down low, then we up, gotta go to the top
|
| So please, I don’t waste no time
|
| Always with the gang, no, we don’t gotta bang
|
| So I don’t need TECs or a Glock or a .9
|
| Move too fast, six speed, I’ma dash
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| Now I’m on a way, I’ma make what’s mine |