| Staring, at the ceiling, for a moment, we’re frozen
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| Then we start to go fast but I wanted less
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| Take me up… upper
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| Staring, at the ceiling, for a moment, we’re frozen
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| Then we start to go fast but I wanted less
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| Take me up… upper
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| Cell phone ringing, I don’t know the number
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| I don’t pick up, but you know I’m on the under
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| When I be sliding through the south, southside
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| I be out the way, ducking undercover
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| With a bad lil thang, cause you know I’m thinking of her
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| When I be sliding through the south, southside
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| Facetiming cause I like to see that pretty face
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| Slide a titty, that’ll make me feel some type of way
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| That’s word to my rich homies
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| It’s hard to walk through the club with your bitch on me, pulling me down
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| I get it rocking when I be in the town
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| They throwing money, I would rather throw a couple of rounds
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| To my rounds, and my guys, and these women on my line
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| I got em, trying my hardest not to think of my problems
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| Cause lately, I’ve been stressing
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| Like I got too much on my mind, mind
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| It seems like when you’re winning
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| You, you can’t get em off your line, line
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| That’s probably why my
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| Cell phone ringing, I don’t know the number
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| I don’t pick up, but you know I’m on the under
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| When I be sliding through the south, southside
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| I be out the way, ducking undercover
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| With a bad lil thang, cause you know I’m thinking of her
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| When I be sliding through the south, southside
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| Look, I still hope you flash a smile when they bring up my name
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| Went from friends to friendly fucking, crazy how shit can can change
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| You apartment look crazy, this ain’t from a minimum wage
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| If I slide through after midnight, you know I came
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| You know what it is, my Marshawn, you know why I’m here
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| I’m beast mode with a beard
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| Dropping gems in your beard
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| And you a gem by yourself
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| I think I found a treasure chest
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| You’re a symbol of wealth, the trophy wife on a shelf
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| And you could see it on me
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| That low key I been trying fuck, fuck
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| But, you gon' make me work for it
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| You gon' make me work for it, before you give it up, up
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| I hope it’s you when the
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| Cell phone ringing, I don’t know the number
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| I don’t pick up, but you know I’m on the under
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| When I be sliding through the south, southside
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| I be out the way, ducking undercover
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| With a bad lil thang, cause you know I’m thinking of her
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| When I be sliding through the south, southside |