| Hi bitch
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| White chicks
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| Wylin' at my crib
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| Sun up, sun down
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| Night in, night out
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| I’ma call play like a timeout
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| I’ma go long like a wideout
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| Ay, yeah
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| You was playing games so I’m playing with you mind now
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| Watch out, timeout
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| Don’t let me find out (find out)
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| Think I might need me a timeout (yeah)
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| Gotta think of me this time round, yeah
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| If life give you lemons, I just add vodka
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| The weather is heaven and so is this pasta (this shit fantastic)
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| My outlook is almost as fresh as this lobster (this shit is very fresh)
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| Yeah, eating in the backroom, feelin' like a motherfucking mobster (yeah)
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| Yeah, leaving out the back door, lookin' like a motherfucking mobster (yeah)
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| Yeah, I been drinking all week excuse me gotta gimme something stronger (yeah)
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| Yeah, lines are getting long and the deals getting shorter 'cause the money
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| getting longer (yeah)
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| Got em' sick 'cause they ran outta patience and I brought 'em to the doctor, ah
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| They still telling me to chill out
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| Peel out, I hop in then I peel out, ay
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| Wheel out, breasts out, riding round Hollywood topless
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| But these days we straight
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| But she go both ways, don’t she
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| And we go straight to the house (yeah)
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| And that weed go straight to the face and it’s loud
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| And we ain’t turnin' shit down (yeah)
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| Be there or be square or you won’t be around
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| That fuck shit won’t be allowed (nah!)
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| So don’t poke around; |
| I don’t wanna be found
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| Got paid, got lost
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| Got dome on the couch, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Hi bitch
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| White chicks
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| Wylin' at my crib
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| Sun up, sun down
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| Night in, night out
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| I’ma call play like a timeout
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| I’ma go long like a wideout
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| Ay
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| You was playing games so I’m playing with you mind now
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| Mind games, mind games
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| Mind games (mind games)
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| I ain’t into games but I’m playin' like it’s mine now, ooh
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| Mind games (mind games)
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| I ain’t into games but I’m playin' like it’s mine now, ooh
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| Mind games |