| She ride it like a stallion
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| When I hit it I be stylin
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| That money keep calling its piling
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| Pop bands baby I don’t call it
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| Killin the ref don’t get T’d up
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| When we touch down better ease up
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| No trickin just stacking that cheese up
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| No falling, i’m balling no ring
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| And it’s no denying
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| I flex without trying
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| Your bitch keep eyeing me
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| I’m sick like a virus
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| I’m fly like a pilot
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| I can not hide it
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| Can’t you just tell I stay glo’d, yea
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| She wanna give me knowledge like an old head
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| And I’m willing to learn just like a smart kid
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| Girl, i’m gone rock it like i’m harden
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| Stay fly like an attendant
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| See my team winning, no losing, no benching
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| I’m never cold stay on that not to fucking mention
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| Got waiting on me in Canada
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| Wanna kiss on my chest because i’m tatted up
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| It’s two of them yea one of me
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| Don’t matter let’s add it up
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| I got them killers right beside me
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| So if you pull it then they shooting like they Spike Lee
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| So if you try, yeah
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| Everybody dies, yeah
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| She ride it like a stallion
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| When I hit it I be stylin
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| That money keep calling its piling
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| Pop bands baby I don’t call it
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| Killin the ref don’t get T’d up
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| When we touch down better ease up
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| No trickin just stacking that cheese up
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| No falling, i’m balling no ring
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| And it’s no denying
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| I flex without trying
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| Your bitch keep eyeing me
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| I’m sick like a virus
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| I’m fly like a pilot
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| I can not hide it
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| When I’m flexin man I drip
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| Mj this is it
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| That black tooly be my bitch
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| Tuck her like i’m Chris
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| I’m gonna fuck her like i’m pissed
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| Keep her no assist
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| In her water like I slipped
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| I swim like a fish
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| Not a hairdresser but I’m stylin
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| Your bitch hitting on me yeah she fouling
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| Got a box up like an island
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| Where you can’t see it like violet
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| Trying to run it up like a RB
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| Clip hold a lot like a RV
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| Shawty talkin bout she wanna stay the night
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| Need it in the morning like coffee
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| I rap and I ball like I’m Lillard
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| These niggas be all in they feelings
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| You say that you ball you just scrimmage
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| You do all that for an image
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| Ice cold yeah that’s for ages
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| Gotta nigga feelin like I’m ageless
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| My flexing come in different stages
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| I be turning bitches like pages
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| She ride it like a stallion
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| When I hit it I be stylin
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| That money keep calling its piling
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| Pop bands baby I don’t call it
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| Killin the ref don’t get T’d up
|
| When we touch down better ease up
|
| No trickin just stacking that cheese up
|
| No falling, i’m balling no ring
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| And it’s no denying
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| I flex without trying
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| Your bitch keep eyeing me
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| I’m sick like a virus
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| I’m fly like a pilot
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| I can not hide it
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| When I slide on these squares these bitches break they necks
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| Boy, I will take your queen like we was playing chess
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| Before we fucking she sucking D Generation X
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| My pistol under my pillow I have the safest sex
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| I got bitches up in Dallas
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| I be styling like a stylist
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| Robin Jeans full of thousands
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| Dripping dressing like a salad
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| I laid her down like a pallet
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| Doggy style it got me growlin
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| She moan I love the way she soundin
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| She can’t take it throw the towel in
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| Now when she see me she be smilin
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| Her nigga hating like he Calvin
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| But I done snuck the 40 cal in
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| No ref I’m blowin' if they foulin
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| When we touch down bitch it’s wings up
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| I got chips I could slide like a Visa
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| Sometimes I go slow then I speed up
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| No cups but your bitch just got D’d up
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| She ride it like a stallion
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| When I hit it I be stylin
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| That money keep calling its piling
|
| Pop bands baby I don’t call it
|
| Killin the ref don’t get T’d up
|
| When we touch down better ease up
|
| No trickin just stacking that cheese up
|
| No falling, i’m balling no ring
|
| And it’s no denying
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| I flex without trying
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| Your bitch keep eyeing me
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| I’m sick like a virus
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| I’m fly like a pilot
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| I can not hide it |