| Yuh, ayy, what, yuh, ayy
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| Ring-ring-ring on my cellular phone
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| That’s ya bitch on my line
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| Tellin' me you ain’t home
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| She in the back of the back
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| Shakin' ass, sniffin' blow
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| In the back of the back
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| Shakin' ass, sniffin' blow
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| Why you checkin' up on me?
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| You spyin' through a scope
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| Like a goddamn snake
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| You been bitin' my flow
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| Get the fuck out my face
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| You a broke ass hoe
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| Ion even need ya like a dog needs a bone
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| It be them Landspeed boys
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| Steppin' up to the face off
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| Landspeed boys with the toys
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| Blow ya face off
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| Gekko throwin' stars
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| Rub the motherfuckin' paint off
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| Gassed up bitch gettin' down
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| In a tank top
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| Gassed up hoe save my life
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| Call it Baywatch
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| Slashed up bro
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| Hit the ground like a raindrop
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| Catch up bro
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| Get stuck like a stage prop
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| Pack up ho
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| Been time for you to take off
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| No rest
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| Gonna put me to the test
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| Got the spikes on my rim
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| With the horse on my vest, yuh
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| Frank West
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| 'Cause my times always pressed
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| Shootin' shots out the hatch
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| 'Til they get my arrest, yuh
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| Conquest
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| For the motherfuckin' best dressed
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| Dolce hold me tight
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| Gucci glasses with the big crest
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| I’m blessed
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| Know I never would have guessed
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| Got Virtue by my side
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| Set fire to the rest, yuh
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| Speedboys
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| With the eyes on the prize
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| I’m a digital boy
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| Like it’s 1995, ho
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| Liu Kang
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| With the fire in his eyes
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| When them fists start to fly
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| It’s a left then a right, ho
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| Got the Swiss
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| Hold time on my wrist
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| It’s a bitch tryin' to stay humble
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| But I never miss, ayy
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| The abyss
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| Where I feel all my bliss
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| It’s a bitch when you feel like
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| You have to call it quits, ayy
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| It be them Landspeed boys
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| Steppin' up to the face off
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| Landspeed boys with the toys
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| Blow ya face off
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| Gekko throwin' stars
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| Rub the motherfuckin' paint off
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| Gassed up bitch gettin' down
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| In a tank top
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| It be them Landspeed boys |