| Match more than your average
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| Every bitch on the team is a bad bitch
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| Catch up, bitch
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| We don’t match up, you can’t even see my last shit
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| We already on some new shit
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| Full cup, fat blunt like a pool stick
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| Some things never change
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| But I traded in the Civic and I copped a new Range
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| Now we rollin', yeah, we rollin'
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| Pedal to the metal, never slowin'
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| Swag on fire but my wrist on froze
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| Snoop said it best, we don’t love them hoes
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| And they ain’t got shit on me
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| Bitch copyin' the swag, tryna shit on me
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| I just pay them no mind
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| Ain’t no wastin' my time, bitch I stay on my grind
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| Everything on fleek
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| OG kush and my Swisher Sweet
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| That’s fleek
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| That’s sweet
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| Everything on fleek
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| OG kush and my Swisher Sweet
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| That’s fleek
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| That’s me
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| Debbie got game like a ball team
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| Touchdown, hit the stage and they all scream
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| Turn up, yah mean, yeah we all lean
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| Little bit of Sprite with the codeine
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| So fresh, so clean, beat the swag, ho
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| Fuck a tag, I just throw it in the bag, ho
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| Now that’s fleek
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| 50 grand on the wrist, 10 grand on the feet
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| And Debbie only hit it out the ballpark
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| Bitches out of line like a false start
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| Shit just cut me my check
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| I’ll just pop me a bottle and hit my connect
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| Turn up, pour up, roll up, smoke up
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| Real bitch roll call, none of y’all show up
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| We don’t pay them no mind
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| Bitch I stay on my grind and I’m takin' what’s mine
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| That’s fleek |