| I got a girl from the city and she always held a nigga down
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| She foot struck, told my baby to hustle
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| And my girl knows a loaded down
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| I could search the world and never find another one
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| We’re good together like the moon and the sun
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| The only girl that carry roses and a gun
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| And all I’m sayin'
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| My baby!
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| And it ain’t never gonna be another like
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| Yeah, shorty wanna a ride, says she wanna a ride
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| Says she won’t be a nigga Bonnie to his Clyde
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| Listen, shorty won’t glide, says she won’t glide
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| Says she won’t glide like Drake’s and his prom
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| This is sex and his prom, she’s the best as she find
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| Agein' like wine, no, she ain’t leavin' wine
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| She be creepin' all the slime, yes she do it all the time
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| Guess he wasn’t on his drime, baby girl, you're on my mind
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| Listen, yeah, come rock with a real nigga
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| Had it poppa’s sint hill? |
| figure
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| Yeah, and now he’s just a low nigga
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| With on a real baby girl, I’m tryin' to bale with you
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| Yeah, I got a girl from the city and she always held a nigga down
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| Always held a nigga down
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| She foot struck, told my baby to hustle
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| And now my girl knows a loaded down
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| I could search the world and never find another one
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| We’re good together like the moon and sun
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| The only girl that carry roses and a gun
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| And all I’m sayin'
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| My baby!
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| Ain’t never be another like
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| Yeah, she deserve the world though
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| Let it in my life she made a nigga world glow
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| Been there, the day 1, never even asked for shit
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| That’s why I’m getting' cash, having rent the finest fits
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| Yeah, she wanna see how my love go
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| , for a body blow a sex like a drugged doe
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| Tell me all the secrets late night when we hug close
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| With a God? |
| dog, she the one that I love most
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| Yeah, … toast to that good life
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| Even though we’re still tryin' makin' out that hood life
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| Yeah, I know nothin' can be easy, baby
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| Stay by niggaz side, said she’ll never leave me, baby
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| Got a girl from the city and she always held a nigga down
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| She foot struck, told, my baby to hustle
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| And now my girl knows a loaded down
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| I could search the world and never find another one
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| We’re good together like the moon and the sun
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| The only girl that carry roses and a gun
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| And all I’m sayin'
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| My baby!
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| Ain’t never be another like
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| Ain’t never be another like
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| Ain’t never be another like |