| Aye, woah
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| You’re always talkin'
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| You should stop talkin'
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| Woah, you think you know me
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| Woah, you think you know me
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| Woah, aye, woah, aye
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| Thank god you wit' me
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| I almost died hoe
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| Poured the whole bottle
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| Thank god you wit' me, aye
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| Thank god you wit' me, aye
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| Well what do I know
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| Live fast and die slow, aye
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| You’re always sipping, woah
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| You’re always bitching, woah
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| Xan and Perc' so tempting, woah
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| Imma' addict but I’m picky
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| Ecstasy in stars, tell her book me if she miss me
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| You not worth a bar all that sneakin' shit can miss me
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| Molly crystal ball, tell me all about my good dream
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| Diva snort a law, all that council shit for rookie
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| I’ll be back tomorrow, losing faith up in my city
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| Actavist mirage, when I look it’s only Fiji, aye
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| Yams prayed like Jesus, aye
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| I’ll die to meet him, aye
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| No lifetime schemin', woah
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| No lice this mealin', aye
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| Thank god you wit' me, woah
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| Thank god you wit' me, woah
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| Thank god you wit' me, woah
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| Thank god you wit' me, aye
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| I’m dying slowly, aye
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| Baby where are you
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| Watch my back, you too
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| Where are you without me
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| I’m dying faster
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| It’s gon' be like a disaster, aye
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| Tech comin' on a bitch face
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| This shit so bitchin |