| And that some shit I learnt myself, uh
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| I touch that water, feel like reverend
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| The money long and my hair long
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| I walk in this bitch like I bought it
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| This floss I inherited, they never taught it
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| I fucked up her frontal, she roll like a frontal
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| I’m bringing a girl to the arch, not McDonald’s (Stick)
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| Lately been missin' my area, don' got carried away
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| I keep some very strong in my carry-on like fuck they gon' say?
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| Hand me my keys, hand me my keys, keys, keys
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| Run me my fee, I need that, capisce? |
| (I need all that mufuckin' shit)
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| Wheel, clutch, gas, all I wanna do is 'ccelerate
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| Keep the family straight, I couldn’t put that shit a better way
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| 'Course I found the loopholes, I learnt that from the lil ho
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| Fool for that pink thing, drank lil baby Nuvo
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| I just did fifty-thousand tickets worldwide (Worldwide)
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| Girl bye, I block y’all
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| Serge y’all,
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| T.I., onoma-no-Smiyah (Uh)
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| Pockets on Madea (Hmm)
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| Make a bitch say 'hellur' (Hmm)
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| Pull up in a fuckin' fur (Hmm)
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| Pussy pop like a uzi (Pew, pew)
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| Okay, andale (Pew, pew, pew)
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| Andale
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| She lick my dick through my Levi
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| She suck my dick through my Dickies
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| I hope that… huh, Lord forgive me
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| She shake it like the Heebie Jeebies
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| That ass heavy like Rikishi
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| I roll that Keisha, Keisha, Keisha
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| She play that Tony! |
| Toni! |
| Toné!
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| I said «Okay, enough"(Okay, enough)
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| Thick bitch wanna play rough (Wanna play rough)
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| I’m out, this just regular stuff (Ya dig?)
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| Then I got on that thing, went stupid
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| She said, «Who the fuck you think you is?»
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| Mr. Sold out in a whole U. S
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| And I told her goodnight, ooh
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| I halt, had to stop, had to look to my right (I looked)
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| I walk 'round the room, it was clear as Sprite (Oh)
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| Everybody riding ain’t gon' steer you right (No)
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| You can’t help nobody 'less your spirit’s right (No)
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| And that some shit I learnt myself, uh (Some shit I learnt myself)
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| I touch that water, feel like reverend (Water, feel like rev)
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| The money long and my hair long
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| I talk to your bitch like I love her
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| I don’t really love her, I just wanna fuck her
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| I’m rushing, I’m rushing, I feel like Chris Tucker
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| I’m rushing, I’m rushing, I feel like I’m rushing, Chris |