| I can’t ride with antics
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| I’m that guy with the talent
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| We just tryna make shit happen
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| You ain’t done shit that matters
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| I know girls in Allen
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| I got the bad ones flyin', damn
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| Pussy on fleek her rabbit
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| Had to shake hands with a pilot
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| Turn your head like you hear a siren
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| She really likes to keep things quiet
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| Never been worried about mileage
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| Going back and forward like a violin
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| My side my cause I am black
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| Got the whole west side wildin'
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| I get paid been counting this money now, my hands are tired
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| I’ve been sippin' liquor like a smoothie
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| I ain’t hoping but I’ve been making blueprints
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| I treat my life like a movie
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| I fucked around and got a new bitch
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| Watch how I get it in change
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| I get myself a new name
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| Cutting the grass in the way
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| I got so sick of the snakes
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| I do not know how to behave
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| I’m Ludacris get out way
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| I got two girls in the bed
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| I am from London but I make her wait
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| Like, ooh, yeah, Imma run it up, run it up
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| Flexin' on my ex like she ain’t good enough
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| I’ve been mixin' spirits with my 7up
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| These niggas always bang me like I’m chewing gum
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| Change with the summer
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| Sick from the cash and I never recover
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| I need texties, I’m so blessed, I run me
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| I got my mind set on the green
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| Told her I’ll be there quarter past three
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| She texts back like «What do you mean»?
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| Damn, all of my girls are from over the seas
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| I walk around with a cheque on my feet
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| You wanna see me, then throw me the fee
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| You cannot be in my places for free
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| Ridin' the wave like I’m colder than breeze
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| Get my reverse like it’s college degree
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| Giving my look and you drop to your knees
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| I got the swisher, the wrap on my weed
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| These niggas dress but they getting no cheese
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| Come from far, do my dance like la la la
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| Hit the gin then I write my bars
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| Drift the whip like it’s not my car, uh
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| Your fights wrong
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| Got the flow from my dogs, from my dogs
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| Sip the Jack with the ice cold rocks
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| Make the moves like it’s not my yard
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| Watch how I get it in change
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| I get myself a new name
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| Curting the grass in the way
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| I got so sick of the snakes
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| I do not know how to behave
|
| I’m Ludacris get out way
|
| I got two girls in the bed
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| I am from London but I make her wait
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| Like, ooh, yeah, Imma run it up, run it up
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| Flexin' on my ex like she ain’t good enough
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| I’ve been mixin' spirits with my 7up
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| These niggas always bang me like I’m chewing gum
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| I swear I’m looking for my revenge
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| I don’t claim to be a bad man
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| Oh you said that she’s your girlfriend
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| But me and her, we’ve got streak on Snapchat
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| Tell your nigga be quiet
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| Some of my niggas are violent
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| These racks are waking up time
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| I got to bed in Designer
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| I get turn in the worst way
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| Every day its my birthday
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| She tells me about to get flood
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| Turning my babe into flood
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| day, I been
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| I got different jackets cause my pay was long
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| I want me more stacks like I ain’t got enough
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| Run it up, we got niggas chasing us
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| I don’t give a fuck about no ones opinion
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| I hire myself so my compete the mission
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| Watch me do my dance like I just catch them niggas
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| I lost em, I lost em, I lost em, I lost em
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| Now i’m fucking winning
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| I can’t ride with antics
|
| I’m that guy with the talent
|
| We just tryna make shit happen
|
| You ain’t done shit that matters
|
| I know girls in Allen
|
| I got the bad ones flyin', damn
|
| Pussy on fleek her rabbit
|
| Had to shake hands with a pilot
|
| Turn your head like you hear a siren
|
| She really likes to keep things quiet
|
| Never been worried about mileage
|
| Going back and forward like a violin
|
| My side my cause I am black
|
| Got the whole west side wildin'
|
| I get paid been counting this money now, my hands are tired
|
| day, I been
|
| I got different jackets cause my pay was long
|
| I want me more stacks like I ain’t got enough
|
| Run it up, we got niggas chasing us
|
| I don’t give a fuck about noones opinion
|
| I hire myself so my compete the mission
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| Watch me do my dance like I just catch them niggas
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| I lost em, I lost em, I lost em, I lost em
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| Now i’m fucking winning |