| Lord Jesus, I don’t wanna die
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| Lee, help me, man
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| Don’t worry, Chinese bamboo is very strong
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| P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back
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| Hot boy like the soup, call me Campbell’s
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| Too lit like my mama was a candle
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| Every time I hit hard like bamboo
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| Back, back give me space, you a random
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| Two girls that’s a tandem
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| Or a two piece
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| And my foot up on the gas, I can’t lose speed
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| And I’m tied with the real, yeah I’m shoe strings
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| Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' do things
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| And I’m all about the bread, I’ma get the loaf
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| Hit up JR when I’m done, we gon' get some mo'
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| I’ma take her where I ain’t never been before
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| You can bet it
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| I just want the cash for the credit
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| Came from not trusting a hoe and how it go
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| And they don’t really live like how they live like in their posts
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| And I’m all about the paper, the paper, just take a note
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| I don’t do the most, but I still make a note, aye
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| Don’t know how you got here in the first place
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| Do it for a real one like it’s my birthday
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t quit
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t quit
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| Don’t know how you got here in the first place
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| Do it for a real one like it’s my birthday
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t quit
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t, don’t
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| Still middle fingers to the ones that’s hatin'
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| Quarterbackin' with the Bucs like I’m Jameis
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| When she wanna go dumb, she gon' play this
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| Go ahead and fuck shit up
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| She wanna come with us, uh
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| And that’s the right move, right move
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| Gotta thing out in Paris by the Eiffel
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| Aye, crazy when you wash up they get spiteful
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| Aye, I like when my bills' color light blue
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| Uh, call it Tar Heel money
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| I can get no one above me
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| Chris Brown how I run it where I’m from go the dumbest
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| I know the Bay for it
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| You need the sauce, gotta come to the Bay for it
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| Uh, I’m a young west-sider
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| Know they want me dead and gone
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| I’ma get mine first
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| Gold chain sittin' on my shirt
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| I don’t ever take L’s, make 'em lessons I learn, aye
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| Don’t know how you got here in the first place
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| Do it for a real one like it’s my birthday
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t quit
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t quit
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| Don’t know how you got here in the first place
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| Do it for a real one like it’s my birthday
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t quit
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| Do it, do it
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| Don’t stop, don’t quit, don’t, don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t
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| Don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t
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| Don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t
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| Don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t
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| Don’t |