| Gravel road on an island, who knows where I’m headed?
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| Hope the driver do I’ve got a dinner date at seven
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| Landed, then I planned it, then I cancelled, cause I can
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| And I don’t care about no deal, and no advances, I’m a cancer
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| I just ball ho, yeah I balled ho
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| Got a show up in your city and they all go
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| I’m on stage, front row? |
| Yeah, it’s all hoes
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| You in the crowd blending in like fucking Waldo, awe no
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| That make you mad don’t it?
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| Got a couple bad bitches at my spot looking at my dick trying to go half on it
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| Get a beat, then I spazz on it
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| Got these hoes touching me like a motherfucking sad moment
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| I just want it all, but really can you blame me?
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| Got my lawyer on retainer cause these labels trying to play me
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| You can’t see behind the scenes, but it’s getting kind of crazy
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| Did a show in Cincinnati, did you see me signing babies?
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| Started from the bottom now we’re here
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| Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
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| Started from the bottom now we’re here
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| Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
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| Skip dinner, I’m just trying to get my buzz right
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| Holding hands with this money, fuck a love life
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| But I got hoes in every city
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| And really so does Blue, cause he’s always fucking with me
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| Got a girl from back home, she just hope I don’t forget her
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| CEO the team, but I’m working like an intern
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| Yeah, three racks in my jeans, that’s Andre
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| I really do it, you just fake it like Beyonce
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| And I’mma spend it like I had to
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| If I was you, and you were me, well fuck it I’d be mad to
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| No new friends, homie we don’t feel that
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| Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
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| We don’t like to do too much explaining
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| Story stays the same I never changed it
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| No new friends, homie we don’t feel that
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| Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
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| We don’t like to do too much explaining
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| Story stay the same through the money and the fame |