| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Dead fish follow the stream
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| I see the weakness in these rappers
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| I’m the kryptonite for the industry
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| I’m after every neck of every rapper that I ever met
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| I’m sick of givin' my respect to people who don’t deserve it
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| Worthless hoes be boastin' about they jobless lives
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| I’m workin' for my mama to get that Tesla
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| Never to lift the finger, seven figures, talkin' digits, mane
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Baby Bone, flick my wrist like I just threw a frisbee
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| With that fuck shit, lil' baby, you better fuckin' miss me
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| 'Cause I ain’t worried about these hoes, I know they wanna be with me
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| But I got bills to pay, people to feed inside my city, yuh
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| Flip the blinker got me swervin' lanes
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| In that candy paint, drippin' out from state to state
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| MTM, hit 'em with the heat |