| Yeah, 40oz. |
| to Freedom like I’m 16 again
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| I don’t got my L’s, yet
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| But I’m scoopin' bitches, pullin' up (Skrrt!) in the Benz
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| She gon' hop in with her friends
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| Yeah, 40oz. |
| to Freedom like I’m 16 again
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| Fist fightin' at the red light
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| Missed me with the right, but the left scraped my chin
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| Yeah, yeah, so I’m feelin' like the man
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| But nothin' really changed, feel I’m in my second childhood
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| Still blowin' reefer
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| Still got that Stevie Wonder blappin' out the speaker
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| Still, my woman tell me that I don’t know how to treat her
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become
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| The same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become
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| The same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| On the wall at the house party, like I’m 17 (Like I’m 17)
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| Got a little shorty grindin' on my jeans (Grindin' on my jeans)
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| Whisper to me that she wanna see my sheets (That she wanna)
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| I told her, «Baby, I ain’t taking off these cleats»
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| I told her, «Baby, if you down, then I’m down
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| Come around after 2 AM, I’ll knock that thing down»
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| Used to sneak right out your window
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| When your Daddy was around
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| Shit, I am your Daddy now (Oh, I’m your Daddy, now)
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| But nothin' really changed, feel I’m in my second childhood
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| Still blowin' reefer
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| Still got that Stevie Wonder blappin' out the speakers
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| Still, my woman tell me that I don’t know how to— (Ooh, oh)
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become (Baby, look)
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| The same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become
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| The same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become (Baby, look)
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| The same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become
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| The same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| Yeah, and I can’t even play like I ain’t sprung
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| Safe to say that you the one
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| Made a gangsta fall in love
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| Bouquet of roses in the tub
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| That lil' Rollie cost a dub
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| You my one and only one, say, you my one and only one
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| Oh, lover
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| They ask me, «Do I love her?» |
| (Huh?)
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| It’s been like four summers since I first got her number
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| And I’ve been on her bumper, like
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| «We ain’t gettin' no younger, wife»
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| They hatin', and no wonder why
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| They won’t let you live your life
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| Finally got my chicken right
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| I done seen a million twice
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| And they gave my nigga life
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| Time to time, I send him kite
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| Out of mind, out of sight
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| Out of sight, and out of mind
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| She been on my linear lately
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| She know she forever mine
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become (Baby, look)
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| Same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become
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| Same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| And we wake up, yeah, the heat is on
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| We underneath the sun
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| Only thing that changed now, can’t be going dumb
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| Oh, lover
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| Look what we have become
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| Same as we was young
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| We the same as we was young
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| (Oh, lover)
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| Pit in my stomach, I’m so nostalgic
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| I used to love it
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| Back when we grew up on Gunner Street
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| The one I trusted
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| Pulled the bread from underneath my feet
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| You had the magic carpet
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| I had a date with the street
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| I got on my feet, quit, had to dip
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| 500 horses under the foreign whip
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| You know the truth is my ace, I never slip
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| I’m burnin' this bitch down and firin' at you, little lover
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| Little lover
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| Little lover |