| Go Grizz
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| Winners Circle
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| Oh, I’m only Miss Nita grandson
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| Blue diamond ring, I bought her two 'cause she’s a champion
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| Through the Cali streets I’m oh so loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun
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| Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let’s ride and go see the sun
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| I dream 'bout spinnin' with them, why
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| I send a text, she don’t reply?
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| I wonder if her feelings gone
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| I’m so depressed deep down inside
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| Like, «Why she won’t pick up the phone?»
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| Knock on her door like sayin' she ain’t home
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| Big fifty round tucked by my side, every time I ride, I’m clutchin' chrome
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| I ain’t tryna paint it picture perfect, exactly what do you want?
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| Can’t get no sleep, that be the purpose I keep two styrofoams
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| She post a tweet that just went viral like, what? |
| Leave me alone
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| Same street I lost my great grandfather, same street we fell in love
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| Designer sneaks, can’t even bribe her, she say, «Keep, I don’t want it»
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| I rub her feet when I massage her, all for me, she gon' moan
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| Under the sheets, I kiss her neck, I love to smell her perfume
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| Peter Rock gon' clutch the charger, need to protect from the goons
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| Oh, I’m only Miss Nita grandson
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| Blue diamond ring, I bought her two 'cause she’s a champion
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| Through the Cali streets I’m oh so loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun
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| Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let’s ride and go see the sun
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| I need a Band-Aid for this cut, scarred by your love, the type of wound
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| In so many ways it’s hard to say that I love something I don’t
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| Where my great granny stay, right by the court I caught them plays
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| She need to pull in my way
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| Ain’t hard to notice, shawty, it’s you that I want
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| She made the rules and regulations, posed
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| It’s just somethin' 'bout the place my partner growed up that make my dog
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| 'Round 4 o’clock by four, I spin on this block with that chrome
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| Promise I throw six-o up, dance 'til I’m dead and I’m gone
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| Two extended clips still loaded up we runnin' 'round thuggin' five-o
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| We ain’t bottle flip, we pour it up, got me out of space at the club
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| Red bottom heels, fuck 'em, we bought 'em when we walk through the door
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| Might need the brown white, it’s the only thing you be pressing on
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| Oh, I’m only miss Nita grandson
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| Blue diamond ring, I bought her two 'cause she’s a champion
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| Through the Cali streets I’m also loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun
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| Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let’s ride and go see the sun
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| I hit this lick for my lil' daughter and she used to give me ones
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| I pour some codeine in the shower back when water pond and pool
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| Oh big ol' world with codeine oceans that I love to dive into
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| I text her off my Motorola, I’m confessin' what I do
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| I’m sorry that I lied to you |