| Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
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| Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, «One day», ayy
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| You turn me down, now it’s too late
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| All these diamonds got my exes saying, «Touché»
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| Yeah, I don’t fuck with you, you the opposite
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| You was hating when a nigga became opulent
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| Woah, on the freeway flying
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| I’m fresh to death, but I don’t plan on dying
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| Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don’t do punts
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| Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
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| Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws
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| I used to live in, me and all my dogs
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| It wasn’t one, so I made a way
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| Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I’m TJ Fadeaway
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| Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and
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| Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808
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| Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
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| Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb
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| Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
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| Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
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| I don’t want your weed, nigga, you be smoking
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| Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam
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| Kick her in her ass,
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| Getting my respect like I’m the motherfucking grands
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| sorry 'bout the pause
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| I’ma do a nigga like
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| saying fuck the law
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| I be doing me so I hope you doing y’all
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| or please don’t even call
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| see me, then they fall
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| Niggas in my DM,
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| They be in my shows, I don’t see 'em like I’m Charles
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| I’ma run it up, let that nigga
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| I don’t know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers |