| Lights on, trying to find a fare
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| They act like I’m not standing there
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| I reach out my hand, but I
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| I never can catch a ride
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| 'Cuz when I try to hail one
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| It’s like a hit and run
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| Switch to «off duty» on your dude
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| So rude, so rude
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| I don’t know what I did to deserve
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| That shade, that swerve
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| Those silent slurs
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| Who am I to you?
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| Boys pass me like taxis do
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| I don’t care, whatever, it’s cool
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Boys pass me like taxis do
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| I don’t care, whatever, it’s cool
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Move, swerve, bounce
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| (Roll the window up on 'em)
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| Go
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| U-turn, bounce
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| (Roll the window up on 'em)
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| Out
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| Boys pass me like taxis do
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| I don’t care, whatever, it’s cool
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Boys pass me like taxis do
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| I don’t care, whatever, it’s cool
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| I’m heading home, nothing to do
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| Checking for you’s a waste of time
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| Niggas like me don’t cross your mind
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| I see you checkin' up on him
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| Like you can’t see me in my skin
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| They keep on rolling by like I need not apply
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| Ever since I was a child, I’ve been told I couldn’t ride
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| They always say I’m not their type
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| I see the evil in their eyes
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| I’m tired of being denied
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| I love myself, no compromise
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| Honestly, I’m happy with
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| My skin, my hair, my sexy lips
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| You’ll never know how well I tip
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| You’ll never know that I’m that bitch
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| Move, swerve, bounce
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| (Roll the window up on 'em)
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| Go
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| U-turn, bounce
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| (Roll the window up on 'em)
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| Out
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| Boys pass me like taxis do
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| I don’t care, whatever, it’s cool
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| Boys pass me like taxis do
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| I don’t care, whatever, it’s cool
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| Roll the window up on 'em
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| I’m heading home, nothing to do |