| It’s the perfect timing
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| Bumping Jornada
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| My homeboys a prophet
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| Told me no one can stop ya
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| The feeling is mutual
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| This love thing is voodoo
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| In love with things you do
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| I’m geeked up the prometh
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| She up off that Palin
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| I’m writing she so left
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| Can’t hear what she saying
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| Damn this club is so loud
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| Let’s get out of here
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| And go anywhere
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| Put your hands in the air
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| She give me that stare
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| She givin' me that look and
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| She know that she good lookin
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| So tell me what it’s lookin
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| Like, Like
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| Can’t understand these women
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| Can’t ever make decisions
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| I smashed her friend and don’t think
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| Twice, twice, twice
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| It’s the perfect timing
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| I’m laced in designer
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| Fourteen started rhyming
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| I get hoes without trying
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| She said that I called her back
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| Well that hoe was lying
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| Only a few homies that I confide in
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| Shots of patron
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| Uber you home, Uber you home
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| Alone together
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| Together alone, together alone
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| Let’s get out of here
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| And go anywhere
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| Put your hands in the air
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| She give me that stare
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| She givin' me that look and
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| She know that she good lookin
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| So tell me what it’s lookin
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| Like, Like
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| Can’t understand these women
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| Can’t ever make decisions
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| I smashed her friend and don’t think
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| Twice, twice, twice
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| Lord I’ve been a savage
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| And I’m probably
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| Never ever getting married
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| Lost my side piece
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| I wouldn’t call it tragic
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| Lord forgive what I’ve established
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| Forgive what I’ve established
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| She givin' me that look and
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| She know that she good lookin
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| So tell me what it’s lookin
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| Like, Like
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| Can’t understand these women
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| Can’t ever make decisions
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| I smashed her friend and don’t think
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| Twice, twice, twice |