| Come on, a come on now
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| This is what they wanna hear right here
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| Come on, a come on now
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| This is what they wanna hear right here
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| Come on, a come on now
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| This is what they wanna hear right here
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| Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
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| Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y
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| Niggas don’t be that fly
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| Niggas don’t see sun and we those guys
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| Check it out, cause I been stackin dough
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| Been mackin hoes, nigga Loon a pimp go ask the hoes
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| Nigga you’s a simp, cause your smack the hoes
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| And lose your temper like John McEnroe
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| Me, I’m cool I keep my jewels intact
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| Loon ain’t type of dude that’ll move like that
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| Don’t compare me to no boozy cat
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| Cause Loon’ll call them dudes, come use them gats
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| Remember the time when I didn’t use to rap
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| You know me, O.G., O.T. |
| movin past
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| As far as the street, I already proved that fact
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| Not to be rude, but I ain’t in the mood for that
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| Movin on to bigger songs, bigger things
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| Use my arm for bigger charms, bigger rings
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| Usually calm, but when it’s on, nigga trained
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| To drop the bomb, worse than my mom |
| Ya’ll niggas playin
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| Relax your mind, let your conscious free
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| Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y
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| Niggas don’t be that fly
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| Niggas don’t see sun and we those guys
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| Now what’s your forte, chicks they all say
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| That they want a nigga, sip Cris' all day
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| This be all great, merely kiss for foreplay
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| When I slip and slide with this chick from Norway
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| Whips I push, make the bitch’s jaw sway
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| Then I hit they bush, leave 'em drippin all day
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| Then I get like Bush, when I flip the war play
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| Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways
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| Pick your spot now, got you hot now
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| Since you locked down, roof put the top down
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| I know you eager to leave this hot town
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| Know how you feel we can leave or not now
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| First you was fiendin, but screamin stop now
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| Walls got knocked down, when I layed my cock down
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| Spendin my cheese while you breathin shop round
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| I can’t believe that you screamin cop now
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| Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
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| Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y
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| Niggas don’t be that fly
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| Niggas don’t see sun and we those guys |
| Yo, in one year I gave you bastards, two classic
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| Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
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| Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic
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| Cause everybody needed a girl, but who asked her
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| You was scared, basically you wasn’t prepared
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| To gettin married and havin a couple of chirls
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| I’m a grown man nigga, I ain’t never concerned
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| About how nice your ice, or the money you earn
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| I’m the slim guy, spend years reppin N.Y.'s
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| So you just start pullin on blunts, I’ve been high
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| You just start visitin spots, I’ve been by
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| And the hell with a throwback nigga, I’ve been fly
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| Definitely real, spend time in Beverly Hills
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| Been gettin money since Tiffany Mills
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| I’ve got a debt to fulfill
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| Front, I’m a definitely kill
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| I might peel hole left of your grill
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| With no mercy, niggas don’t know I’m so thirsty
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| Sticks and stone, break bones but don’t hurt me
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| Niggas wanna clap they chrome but won’t merk me
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| Niggas keep frontin like Loon won’t get dirty
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| Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
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| Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y |
| Niggas don’t be that fly
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| Niggas don’t see sun and we those guys
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| Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
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| Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y
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| Niggas don’t be that fly
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| Niggas don’t see sun and we those guys
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| One God, one love, one family
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| Bad Boy, they ain’t never seen nothin like this
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| I see you Loon
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| Come on, come on now
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| I don’t think they heard you
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| Tell 'em one more time
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| Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
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| Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y
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| Niggas don’t be that fly
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| Niggas don’t see sun and we those guys
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| Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
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| Your now rollin with the sounds of the B-A-D B-O-Y
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| Niggas don’t be that fly
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| Niggas don’t see sun and we those guys
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| Cause we can’t stop
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| And we won’t stop cause we can’t stop
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| Ya’ll remember that
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| Yeah it’s still there, it’s still there
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| Ten years later
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| Your our future Loon, let’s go boy
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| Let’s go, yeah, let’s go
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| This goes out to Harlem
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| I see you Harlem, that’s where we from |