| Brr
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| Cxb know he go crazy
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Ayy, pass me that cup right there
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| Where the lighter at? |
| I need to smoke a Port real quick
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| And make sure you watch my phone just in case Lul Tim while I’m at the studio
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| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| And you know that I’m focused
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| She want a kiss, but I don’t got the time on my Rollie
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| Fuck it, we send a blitz
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| In the back of the Benz got a whole hundred racks, sliding through the Nolia
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| War baby, war baby
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| With a blick in my draws when I’m posted up with the soldiers
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| Blow the brick out the wall
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| Nine out of ten, off this Act', bae, you know that I’m fully loaded
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| Give a brick to my dawg
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| It’s two hundred a pound, I done ran up some commas off Motorolas
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| This a young nigga world, you can’t post on us, pop
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| I never did listen to the OGs
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| How the fuck do you love me, huh, bitch? |
| You a thot
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| I’m tryna figure out how she know me
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| She often say that she miss me a lot
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| But I’m no longer Quan with the gold teeth
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| Lil' bitch, yes, we bang, no Ginóbili
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| For a feature, you paying a whole ki'
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| I been way out of range
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| I might fly to Chicago to go watch the Bulls from the nosebleeds
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| Every day, we been grinding, tell 'em what they don’t know about
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| I might drop the top just to hit the freeway
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| Almost fucked up the tire when I hit the rim
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| And I only had this for three days
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| Uh, uh, uh, don’t you go that way
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| Uh, uh, uh, youngin, don’t you go that way
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| Uh, uh, uh, don’t you go that way
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| Uh, uh, uh, youngin, don’t you go that way |