| I started in my mind, I’m tryna find the peace and the quiet
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| And I move like a beast in the wild, ain’t feast in a while
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| Tryna get the peace of nigga
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| Give me the money with my guala
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| And I brought a .22 for your problem
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| Nigga, holla if there’s anything wrong
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| Pull up with the mexi like I’m fuckin' standin' guard
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| And it ain’t none niggas say about me
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| My nigga, we ain’t talkin', ooh
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| Movin' through the town plottin', uh
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| Fruity-tootie niggas watchin'
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| Coolin', coolin' with my team now
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| Boot it, boot it up a notch
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| Boot it, boot it up a notch
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| Coolin', coolin' with my team now
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| Told her, «My nigga, no problem, don’t worry, don’t worry, I got it»
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| Ayy, cool, cool and collect my paper, yeah
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| Toodeloo, all these bitches are gettin' ghosted
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| Who’da knew all these niggas was dick-riders?
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| a move, hit the booth and I get roasted
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| I need that guala on my daily
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| I keep a dollar if you holla for the wave, woah, save me
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| I’ve been chillin', gettin' fat
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| Them other niggas gettin' wasted, my nigga, you just wasted
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| Thought I thought it over, I think I’m overthinking
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| I thought I started over, she had more to drink
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| And you just bought a phone but she ain’t in no phonebook
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| Like I be in my notebook, I don’t care (Swipe)
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| Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop
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| We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
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| They ain’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
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| Still gon' get this paper
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| Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop
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| We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
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| No, they don’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
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| Still gon' get this paper, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah, go on, take a light to this puppy
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| Seen with the scene lookin' like what you sippin'
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| Lean with the Beam is what a nigga mixin'
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| Itchin' like a fiend, what you grippin'?
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| Brought the on the bus, little bud, where you trippin'?
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| Will it be the new kid on the block
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| With the new knot up in his sock, lock up on his flop
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| Finna pop like Pac in the '90s
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| Thinkin' what you thinkin', what you feelin' like
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| Go on bring a Nike
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| Everybody wanna act like it, lyrically you blinded
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| Fuck it, what you talkin' bout
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| Go and run your mouth all you want
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| Put the fuckin' pussy in the swamp
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| Back up in the booth with a dude, loose, chillin' in my boots
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| Tell my nigga Dom, «Go on pass me the fuckin' Goose»
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| Bottle slide up in the Boom-Boom room
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| Doin' line of the booty off my new boo
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| Boo-who knew what is is for?
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| All this fuckin' gold on my body got me feelin' like Slick Rick back in '85
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| Funny how the stories you been tellin' me
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| Don’t really jive with your lie
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| Pussy niggas gonna put your pride aside
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| And just admit, all you motherfuckers been a fan of mine
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| Never been no kin of mine, never been no kin of mine
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| What it is for, one more time put that line on the line
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| What’re they holdin'?
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| Yeah, your bitch in the Backhouse, bawling
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| Eyes wide open, no, no
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| Thought what you thought
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| What you lost 'cause you thought that your head, what
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| Oh, here we go now
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| Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop
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| We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
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| They ain’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
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| Still gon' get this paper
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| Yeah, gon' let the base drop, no way the wave pop
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| We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
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| No, they don’t ever faze us, still gon' get this paper, yeah
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| Still gon' get this paper, yeah
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| Gon' let that base drop, no way the wave pop
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| We gon' let them haters hate us, they motivate us
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| Never faze us, still gon' get this paper
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| Still won’t get this paper
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| Dude! |
| That was like, what the fuck, bro. |
| Like, I ain’t even know that was like
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| you, man. |
| Like, it totally sounds like a real song |