| You look like a classic, took yo' time and crafted this
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| (God damn I swear to God)
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| Moving through these chapters, booked and busy, page my shit
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| (Paging my shit, I know you…)
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| I’ll hit you right back, I get sidetracked
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| I got side things, you know side ventures and shit
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| I vibrate, I’m a instrument, play into romance
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| Sometimes I breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, old hoopti
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| Gas me up, change my plug and get back in tune-tune
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| Squeaky clean WD-40, ounce on me with a stogie
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| Don’t ask if I’ma pass it bitch, fuck no
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| I don’t know you, you look like the po-po
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| I fly solo, no co-cap
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| Coconut in the dussé, fuck a perform at
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| She ain’t bougie, she ain’t choosy, fuck on the floor mat
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| Chicken strips and scary movies, romance
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| Float like a butterfly when I’m high off the loud
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| Told my niggas in a minute it’s gon' be our hour
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| I don’t put my faith in man, a nigga known to be cowards
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| I’m a lion, I’m a Mayan, I feel like Terrence Howard
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| I’m like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum and a fifty
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| Roll Luigi, wood stack like a tipi (Mmm)
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| Pretty white toe, walking on her tippy
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| 'Cause the flow cold, ass on Mississippi (Oh)
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| Hit her with the crooked letter, she said Smino papi
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| Get on top the polo horse and ride it like a Maserati
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| I come from the north side, St. Louis, let me tell you 'bout it
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| Mama always worried about her baby when he leave the house
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| 22s on the Monte Carlo, Remy in the cupholder
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| With the semi in the stroller, baby seat
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| And the back this for safety he just holdin' trivia
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| You never know who might be lurking over shoulders
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| Man I thank the Lord every time I see my niggas
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| Not being dramatic, life cinematic
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| This one feel like a classic, you look like a classic
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| Might pull up in a classic
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| You look like a classic, took yo' time and crafted this
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| Moving through these chapters, booked and busy, page my shit
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| I’ll hit you right back, I get sidetracked
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| I got side things, you know side ventures and shit
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| I vibrate, I’m a instrument, play into romance, huh
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| Sometimes I breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, old hoopti
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| Gas me up, change my plug and get back in tune-tune
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| Squeaky clean WD-40, ounce on me with a stogie |