| Yeah, let me take y’all for a ride
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| Hap in this bitch, let’s go, let’s go!
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| Pulled your hair come now
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| I told you ain’t come out
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| I told you ain’t come out
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| I told your. |
| come now
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| I’m tired of this lane mass hoes and lane mass bitches
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| I’m back to my west coast, and on to the riches
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| The road, the vicious circle act the chock, the sickness
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| The mads, the time father won’t stop for the living
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| The bread in the bridges, but broken every building
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| Seeing the home miss chillin, and the hopeless dinners
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| Back to the whole world for the life
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| And everybody’s pitchin
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| 'cause life of bitches you die, so why I reach up in
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| God dope, but still broke, just another week and I’ma still smoke
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| If you all ain’t rich Nicki you poe, that’s what pops colder to me
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| So I took it the gold, no matter how much money you never clean to soul
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| When you know that I held tight, in the hell of sight
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| My mama named the last mike, 'cause I was guide like
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| Always had the insight, I take that flight
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| If anybody got rolls who make that right
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| I told you, everywhere I’m at
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| Face it, face it up
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| I told you, everywhere I go
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| Bangin and turn it up
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| I told you here or not
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| I told you here come now
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| I told your.
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| Check it!
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| I’m rollin' up, the weed is broken up
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| I start to spit Lamborghini angie soapin up
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| Bring.my stuck, how you was going up
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| You just a doubt on the screen, not even showing up
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| On the scan, suckers only do what they can
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| So when the shit it’s the fan, then they start chocking up
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| Then they get on the stand and start to sing like a tool can
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| Get back in the street, in the street soak em up
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| It’s just another problem solved
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| He jumped out the window, while just watch them fall
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| Anything my fault 'cause it ain’t my call
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| These give me third degrees and try to break my balls
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| But I won’t fall 'cause I was raised to a bay to call
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| And stay low, my low low scrape the road
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| I’m in the mob like a fool clip ready to low
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| I go off to walk like a bomb, set you were slow
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| I told you, everywhere I’m at
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| Face it, face it up
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| I told you, everywhere I go
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| Bangin and turn it up
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| I told you here or not
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| I told you here come now
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| I told your. |