| This car got feelings too, crash out like you love me
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| Knowin' I’ll make that shit back, I’m the first one show a hunnid in cash
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| Mama said, «Baby adapt,» niggas be fiendin', just make that shit last
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| I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that
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| Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin'
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| She wanna put me in the hot seats, and the streets already torchin' (Ayy)
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| City girl bring me peace, talk our shit, ain’t no rookie like Veez
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| AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I at
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| Ho nigga scored on the pints, know it’s a drought so they playin' for keeps
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| Bitches ignorin' the rules, niggas ignorin' them too
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| Anything to get that cake, but you ain’t even eat your food
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| Tryna get a stripper ho laid, label really think i’m in the A for the stu'
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| 'Pose to shoot a video today but I need sleep 'cause my life been a movie
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| Pretty girl get in my way, tell me yo' lies, let me get through
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| Go off energy, charged up bitches don’t fit my mood
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| Sick of the Beni', we’ve been eating that shit like Chinese food
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| She don’t like HEMI’s, if it ain’t foreign, in her eyes it’s useless
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| I had a dream, AJ with Stacy, playin' her part in Clueless
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| Thousand dollar cup, it hold my fate, I’m a bad influence
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| Couple thousand up, so now you make the money music
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| Somebody teach me love is not adorin'
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| She say, «Yup, you stuck with me, it’s quarantine, no tourin'»
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| New red-eye, it look like me, them loud ass pipes euphoric
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| Open up on 290, hear it from the Low End
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| This car got feelings too, crash out like you love me
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| Knowin' I’ll make that shit back, I’m the first one show a hunnid in cash
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| Mama said, «Baby, adapt, niggas be fiendin', just make that shit last»
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| I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that
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| Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin'
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| She wanna put me in the hot seats, and the streets already torchin' (Ayy)
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| City girl bring me peace, talk that shit, ain’t no rookie like Veeze
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| AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I eat
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| Real shit, you know what I’m sayin', NBA, National Big Boy Association man,
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| for real they need to really hear about this, yeah so, Google that,
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| Google this, WorldStar that |