| Rollin, rollin, rollin down my windows
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| Totin, totin totin them extendos
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| Trollin trollin trollin on my kinfolk
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| They don’t know I’m serious
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| They don’t know shit period
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| Glocky on my seat
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| Margiela my feet
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| Baby want the d
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| Tryna come with me
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| I’mma let her ride shotgun and count up all these bands for me
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| Count up all these bands for me
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| Too turnt too turnt for these bitches getting in my head
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| Good luck good luck you can get a chance next year
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| Gets live in when you’re rollin through my ends
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| Shawty she feeling on me
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| Call me up for like no reason
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| Autumn baby when the laves fall
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| Heart get coldr when I freeze up
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| Come around and tell her ease up
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| Baby don’t get too close on me
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| Don’t get too close
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| You might make me change into to my true form
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| Going from here
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| Tell me where you tryna go from here
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| You got some shit that I don’t need
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| Tell me what you want from me now
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| I ain’t got no time for free no
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| Rolly Rolly iced
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| Rolly tell the time
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| She could see me coming she don’t even need the signs
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| Said no no no no no
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| Said fuck it I don’t know
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| Said no no no no no
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| Said fuck it I’m ok road
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| Yeah, just might wanna post up
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| Post po' up
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| Yeah the Po Po
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| Tryna poke us can’t probe us for no info
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| Yeah, come in crazy like the kamikaze
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| In a candy coated caterpillar
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| Crawlin creepin round the corner
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| Gotta slow up for the intro |