| …I don’t know why, but she sound like «Oh my God»
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| I just hopped in the 'Rari, bitch like, «Oh my,» uh
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| Said, «Oh my God» (Hahaha, Nick you’re stupid)
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| Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s
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| I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
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| Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
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| Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low
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| Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
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| And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more
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| If I don’t do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
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| Don’t fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door
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| Don’t let me get that, don’t let me get that
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| Don’t be mad 'cause your bitch let me hit that
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| Lil' nigga, you know, you ain’t with that
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| You shootin' your shot, you a brick brack
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| I can’t see all these niggas, they too low
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| I can’t wait to hit it, that’s a new low
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| Yeah, baby you know
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| We get big bags, I advise you should know
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| Woah, baby, I advise you should know
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| I know your nigga can’t do it like this
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| Say I got ice, I got two on my wrist
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| Your shorty, she on my body doin' tricks
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| He talkin' that hot, he want me to blick
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| Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s
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| I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
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| Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
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| Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low
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| Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
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| And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more
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| If I don’t do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
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| Don’t fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door
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| Two-door, two-door (Yeah)
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| Two-door, two-door (Ah-ah)
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| Niggas speakin'…
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| …get fast, now you change when you niggas know…
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| …don't know nothin', put that on my life
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| Put that on my guys, bake a nigga like a pie
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| Hate me for no reason, yeah, nigga…
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| …he must be tired, ayy
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| Hittin' niggas I despise
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| Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s
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| I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
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| Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
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| Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low
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| Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
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| And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more
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| If I don’t do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
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| Don’t fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door
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| Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji’s
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| I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
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| Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
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| Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low |