| Ayy, down the road, ho
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| Yeah, down the road, ho
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| Ayy, yeah, ayy
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| This some serious shit
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| I tell 'em I ain’t noticed, then watch 'em roll by
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| Make a ruckus movin' down the road
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| Illustrate the proper image, off and off and on
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| This shit has so many visits
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| He made a left, then he made a right
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| My God, is this the motherfuckin' stories of Christ? |
| Down the road
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| Bitch can’t handle where the fuck the crash landin'
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| If I’m still still standin'
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| Fuck out of the basket, I bid my bid, shit
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| of bitches, when it’s all hassle
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| Plenty other fuckers ask for this, see nigga?
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| I will never hand them out the answer, yes sir
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| Because they doin' as they please
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| I be gettin' money doin' all kinds of things, goin' down the road
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| She talk to me like business down the road
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| There was way too many fishes down the road
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| Shatterin' hoes' fish tanks
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| With the rope on deck, scatterin' DNA, I’m sprayin'
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| Tryna turn your complaints, was never playin' the same
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| Tellin' me bullshit, never can not
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| Fuckin' askin' me questions, I ain’t no search engine
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| Fuck yo' Google and yo' motherfuckin' search engine
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| Motherfucker got no, she raise the night, bitch
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| You mad 'cause I just see you as a dancer and that’s it, bitch |