| Ah shit, ay thats some real shit nigga
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| Classic shit nigga, yea
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| Alright let me talk to em' real quick
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| Ay yo Ras what’s good?
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| Yea yea yea yea
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| Yo, I let these niggas talk
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| Some of these of these niggas is bitches
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| And bitches always talk
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| Down here them snitches get stitches
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| Might ain’t gon' see tomorrow
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| June out here pulling these benzes
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| Broads got these panties dropped
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| My nigga might as well
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| I let them scriptures talk
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| You should have known
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| I am to high for all you little frauds
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| Niggas gon' act like they know you
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| But they don’t know the squad
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| Bitches gon' say they in love
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| That’s when they really force
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| Pull it out then break a heart
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| Make a list
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| Me is all about the cheddar these days
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| Counting these bills, tryna get better these days
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| Mumma gotta settle down so I tryna be the fella these days
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| I am on the road just like my daddy these days
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| O.NJ. |
| nigga
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| I remember days
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| I remember days
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| Chilling sipping Minute Maid
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| With my nigga Nicari
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| Til I fell asleep
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| Blame the AC ay
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| Blame the AC ay
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| You ain’t really know
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| You don’t ain’t know what you got
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| You can’t appreciate shit
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| Now we outside dogging like we in a matrix
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| Now we outside like a animation
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| Now we outside living
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| Live live life
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| She from the north of the valley, dressed in red diablo
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| Thick as hell and different from them girls down here that i know
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| Perfect frame, Picasso
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| On that melanin and afro
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| Shawty bad as fuck
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| Ay don’t you get deceived she ain’t no hallow
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| It’s two niggas one day, that’s true?
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| Only rich niggas is that resume
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| Ay that’s you?
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| Fuck em good
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| Til they pay the shopping spree
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| Whoop whoop
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| And then you pull up with your brand new escalade
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| New new
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| Me from the deuces these days
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| Nigga to ruthless these days
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| That’s word to daddy
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| Making movements these days
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| It’s mo money more problems
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| Beware of the coochie these days
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| My nigga nothing but truth these days
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| They call me Junie June
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| I remember days
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| I remember days
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| Chilling sipping Minute Maid
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| With my nigga Nicari
|
| Til I fell asleep
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| Blame the AC ay
|
| Blame the AC ay
|
| You ain’t really know
|
| You don’t ain’t know what you got
|
| You can’t appreciate shit
|
| Now we outside dogging like wie in a matrix
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| Now we outside like a animation
|
| Now we outside living
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| Live live life
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| Now we outside
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| Now we outside
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| Now we outside |