| Nah, nah, nah
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| Nigga, where you think you going?
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| I got your bitch, I know what she showing
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| I know something that you don’t know and
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| My wrist cold like it was just snowing
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| I fucked your bitch, don’t know where she going
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| I know something that you don’t know and
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| I came through rich like a snow globe and
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| I came through bitch, wrist look so frozen
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah
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| I’m driving real fast, fast car
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| This shit easy to me, nascar
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| Smoking dope, blowing clouds, going far
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| my lungs out
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| doctor, talking a check up
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| And I like to flex now 'cause I got my checks up
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| She open them legs now but I
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| Nah, nah, nah
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| Nigga, where you think you going?
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| I got your bitch, I know what she showing
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| I know something that you don’t know and
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| My wrist cold like it was just snowing
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| I fucked your bitch, don’t know where she going
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| I know something that you don’t know and
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| I came through rich like a snow globe and
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| I came through bitch, wrist look so frozen
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah
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| Bitch, I’m driving real fast, fast car
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| This shit easy to me, nascar
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| Smoking dope, blowing clouds, going far
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| Smoking dope, blowing clouds, Caspar
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| She need me, I don’t need her
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| Smoking kiwi, it’s fucking up my lungs
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| Known that it would end like this, from the start
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah
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| I was a pill like
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| Diamonds unbelievable like samba
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| Got a milf bitch, says she 55
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| Smoking on dope like jetpack
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| You left and I can’t forget that
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| sixpack
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| Fucked your bitch two storey
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| Let that end of story
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| Your bitch paid my mortgage
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| And she made me porridge
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| I say nah, nah, nah, nah
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| Don’t confront this nut patrol
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah, not anymore
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| I stay up like adderall
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah
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| I gotta go
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| Ball, ball, ball, ball
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| Nah, nah, nah
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| Nigga, where you think you going?
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| I got your bitch, I know what she showing
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| I know something that you don’t know and
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| My wrist cold like it was just snowing
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| I fucked your bitch, don’t know where she going
|
| I know something that you don’t know and
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| I came through rich like a snow globe and
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| I came through bitch, wrist look so frozen
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah
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| Bitch, I’m driving real fast, fast car
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| This shit easy to me, nascar
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| Smoking dope, blowing clouds, Caspar |