| Yeah, Nouveau
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| What we talking about, anyway?
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| 808 Mafia
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| My drink pink like a Cam’ron mink
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| I’m OCD she get on-call dick
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| Hoe, shut the fuck up, I cannot hear myself think
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| Pop a 30, I think
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| That’s yo shawty, I think
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| What it is, you keep asking what it is
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| I got bottles, Actavis in the fridge
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| I’m a deadman, no, I no longer live
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| Went to work I left my dawgs at the crib
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| Talking up putting work in on a Monday, they could
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| Hop out on you have you dropout no Kanye, look
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| Diamonds liquid they just dance like Beyonce, yeah
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| You a hoe, you could not be fiancee, no
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| I get to the knot just like shoelaces
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| He push a whip like high speed chases
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| Told that bitch, «Bend It Back Like The Matrix»
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| Had to let it go now I’m back to the basics
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| Turtleneck on me like I was on a slope
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| Not to mention, yeah, the Moncler coat
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| Got my shorty and your shorty on coke
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| Why you piping up lil nigga, you broke
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| My drink pink like a Cam’ron mink
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| I’m OCD she get on-call dick
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| Hoe, shut the fuck up, I cannot hear myself think
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| Pop the 30, I think |
| That’s yo shawty, I think
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| What it is, you keep asking what it is
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| I got bottles, Actavis in the fridge
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| I’m a dead man, no, I know longer live
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| Went to work I left my dawgs at the crib
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| In the lab like dexter, professional flexer
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| I’m shitting on my ex, yeah
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| Don’t talk to me — no calls, no texting
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| I’m from the East but my dogs from the West, yeah
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| Gyal stop talking to that nigga he a waste yute
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| Yeah, that kitty pretty; |
| yeah, she give me a taste, yeah
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| Drinking alcohol, alcohol for the chaser
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| See ya forehead then you see that red laser
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| E.T. |
| bitch: phone yo ass home
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| Pop a 30, now I be in my zone
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| I ain’t give that shit to you, it’s a loan
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| Shawty bad and she ain’t do nothing wrong
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| My drink pink like a Cam’ron mink
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| I’m OCD she get on-call dick
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| Hoe, shut the fuck up, I cannot hear myself think
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| Pop the 30, I think
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| That’s yo shawty, I think
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| What it is, you keep asking what it is
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| I got bottles, Activis in the fridge
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| I’m a dead man, no, I know longer live
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| Went to work I left my dawgs at the crib |