| Ride in my new Beamer with a bad bitch
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| Stole her from a nigga and you know I hit it
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| Don’t act stupid, if you do that’ll be foolish
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| Cause all my niggas crazy, tryna tell you they shady
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| Think about it nigga, think about this shit 'fore you do some cray
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| Cause you don’t these problems, so you might as well just walk away, away
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| Ridin' with my niggas, dyin' with my niggas
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| Pullin' all the bitches, niggas can’t see us
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| When we slide through, when we slide through
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| When we slide through, nigga what you gonna do?
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| When we slide through, when we slide through
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| What you gonna do?
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| Ridin' to the top with my niggas
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| You the type, I got to fall in love with bad bitches
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| Paparazzi flash when a nigga walk through
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| Hop out, Giuseppe with your bitch, it’s a photoshoot
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| Trappin' off a damn Motorola fool
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| My money straight no rubber band I stack it vertical
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| Now Imma ride with my niggas till they put me in a coffin
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| Still shoot a nigga like Ray Allen play for Boston
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| Gone!
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| I’ll ride for my niggas, I’ll die for my niggas
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| Fuck them other niggas
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| I was trapping but I seen a bigger picture
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| Got your bitch she bust it open like a swisha
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| You know we in the building, put your hands to the ceiling
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| Go with him or come with me, baby you know the right decision
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| Just slide through, got a mansion with a lake view
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| We can be good friends but I can’t date you, huh
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| Porsche Panamera slidin' through the bay
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| Pour four muddy trouble and my bitch is Bombay
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| Copper make you and your partner dance, call you kitten play
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| Call my migo for the kilo tell him send it andale
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| Cruisin' down the streets in my 6−4
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| When I whip the dope, break the pot on the stove
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| Smoking on some girl scout cookies from the bay
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| Throw your hood up, Rest In Peace to Mac Dre
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| I ain’t worried bout nothin'
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| Nigga I ain’t worried bout nothin'
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| My niggas ain’t worried bout nothin'
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| Your niggas better worry bout somethin' |