| HOOK
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| See me I’m lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on
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| New watch on my wrist
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| Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up
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| Riding through the city
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| I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side
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| I ain’t with the friction
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| But don’t you get it twisted Im ready to get down
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| You the shit baby you the shit ohh
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| Baby come Ill give me something to hold you
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| They bring the heat but you still remain cold
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| Let the lights shine you brighter than em all
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| She looking good that’s a must thing
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| She gon do whatever boss says
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| Bust it baby on my plies shit
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| That’s my flex that’s my swag
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| You know what you want let’s front less
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| We both sipping on that Bombay
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| Set the mood I Hit that sade
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| I’ll be a smooth operator baby trust me
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| Pre Hook
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| Uhh baby I’m on one
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| Uhh no we ain’t slowing down
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| I be Bumping riding slow that bun b
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| Road might get little bumpy but
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| Riding till wheels mothefucking fall off
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| HOOK
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| See me I’m lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on
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| New watch on my wrist
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| Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up
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| Riding through the city
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| I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side
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| I ain’t with the friction
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| But don’t you get it twisted Im ready to get down
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| Them haters creeping yeah
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| But we just sipping drinks
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| Whole lotta flexing yeah
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| No consequences yeah
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| They be just chasing tails
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| Stuck in one place yeah
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| No more bout this and that
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| Get back to you and me
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| Saw you then I saw us
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| Vision baby that’s where it starts
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| On my yo gotti shit I had to bag it up bag it up
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| Heard my voice had you tripping out
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| Had you asking how I get it done
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| Shades on even when it’s dark baby
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| This my vibe fuck with me now
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| Pre Hook
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| Uhh baby I’m on one
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| Uhh no We ain’t slowing down
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| I be Bumping riding slow that bun b
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| Road might get little bumpy
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| We Riding till the fucking wheels fall off
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| HOOK
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| See me I’m lit pocket full of cake baby you know we on
|
| New watch on my wrist
|
| Haters talking shit I just kick my feet up
|
| Riding through the city
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| I whip it whip it whip it yeah I rep that east side
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| I ain’t with the friction
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| But don’t you get it twisted Im ready to get down |