| Gotta keep my voice down 'cause I know they sleepin'
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| Racks still stackin', every day still a weekend
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| House been jumpin' every night full of demons
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| Creepin', up and down the walls just like some creatures
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| You said you think, but do you really fuckin' know though
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| Smokin' on a O, so we callin' this the O-zone
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| Six bottles in the bag, two blunts in the roto
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| These moments last way longer than a photo
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| Keep it on the low-low, still ridin' solo
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| 'Bout it while you bouncin' like mothafuckin' a pogo
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| Switchin' up, flippin' side to side, bitch, that’s a no-no
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| I’m hidden while you flexin' bnb’s out in Noho
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| I think it’s safe to say around here that that’s a no-go
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| Pro clubs, bitch, we ain’t never rockin' polo
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| Whole show bumpin', after that we gotta go, bro
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| But they can’t even see me through the tint of the windows
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| Twin rows back to back in that whip, hoe
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| In the sprinter, bitch, fuck a limo
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| Indonesian smoke for my kinfolk
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| It goes 'round and 'round like a syndrome
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| Bitch, we do what we do, 'cause we need to
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| Need two bottles of wine for my sweet tooth
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| Keep to myself when I really need to
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| These dudes, think that I don’t, but I see through
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| We do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| We do anything that we wanna do
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| Twin rows back to back in that whip, hoe
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| In the sprinter, bitch, fuck a limo
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| Indonesian smoke for my kinfolk
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| It goes 'round and 'round like a syndrome
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| Bitch, we do what we do, 'cause we need to
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| Need two bottles of wine for my sweet tooth
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| Keep to myself when I really need to
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| These dudes, think that I don’t, but I see through
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| We do |