| You need to know that I’m a rider
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| Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire
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| (Major Lazer) word
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| Straight up!
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| Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit the PowerBall
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| Once all eyes is on me, floating off like South Paul
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| Niggas love to count yours, hoping that your people fall
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| Wishin' death upon me, but I’m here forevermore
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| I just get debated on, I just get my greatest on
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| Saint Laurent on speed dial, I just put the latest on
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| Bring it on, bring it on, you want more, then bring it on
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| Set this bitch on fire, nigga, we can have a sing-a-long
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| You need to know that I’m a rider
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| Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire
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| All I need is the gas and a lighter
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| And we’ll have one hell of a time
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| I got a California king in my condo
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| Got a motherfuckin' big screen by the front door
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| Got a guest bedroom filled up with fur coats
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| Nigga ain’t no room in this bitch to even jump rope
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| Yeah, the fire and desire and I’m higher than my prior
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| My attire I acquire might require a Malayah
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| Whoa might accept ya, and deny ya, no denial
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| I’ll be in the court room on the table screamin', «Rider!»
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| Tell them likkle pussy, deh nuh violate, violate
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| 21 outta di clip me fire str8
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| White line, yellow tip, book your flight, look a date
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| Send di pussy back to di maker whether hell or higher gate
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| Yeah! |
| Clip big diss badman yuh get a split wig, split wig!
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| Undertaker looks see what a sick did
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| West coast, East coast, we love weapons
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| Bullet through ya fuckin' vest left ya chest exposed
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| All we do is relax, sit back and smoke
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| We ain’t got no job, we goin' from broke
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| That ain’t stoppin' from gettin', gettin' inside of ya
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| Takin' off in our cars, feel like we in the air screamin'
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| Gansta
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| Straight metal, straight metal
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| You need to know that I’m a rider
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| Straight up!
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| Major Lazer
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| Yeah!
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| Straight up! |