| Yeah, this sound like new world, new world
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| A new world, new world
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| It was gruesome, what we grew from
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| But we grew some in the end
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| Ain’t enough to be were you from
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| Had to be mixed with some Indian
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| Shawty say she creole, I crack the Clic"
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| It leaked over, drunk sex once again
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| Get my no fatigue on, until I tip over, tree rolled up
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| Can’t sleep, done got the spins
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| Tell me what is it is, lil' bae
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| Is it how I make it drip, make it drip, drip?
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| Breakin' right through your Palasades
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| You not gon' ride that fence, is you is? |
| Or is you ain’t?
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| Apply that to anything, as long as I can memory
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| White diamonds with the blackface, cultural appropriate
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| Sour, you can smell that from across teh way
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| Smokin' Hadouken, yeah, on that Kamehameha
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| That’s just how we stay up, stay up, ask my neighbor, neighbor
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| Niggas solid 'til you liquidated, I’ve never been that way, I swear
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| You feel just like a Saturday
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| I might just roll a zip on your hips, but first
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| Tell me the truth
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| What would you do for my love?
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| I bet you would shoot out the Jag, right?
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| You’d let me crash 'til my bag right
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| You see this cup in my hand, I’m
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| 'Bout to end up seein' twins, I
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| Hope you still fuck with me if I
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| It was gruesome, what we grew from
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| But we grew some in the end
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| Ain’t enough to be were you from
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| Had to be mixed with some Indian
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| Shawty say she creole, I crack the Clic"
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| It leaked over, drunk sex once again
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| Get my no fatigue on, until I tip over, tree rolled up
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| Can’t sleep, done got the spins
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| Lost in the sauce like the chip broke (Off)
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| I was fucked up, down to my last four (Dollars)
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| Dollars, barely eatin', sleepin' at the studio
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| But last night I fucked a bitch so cute she need a movie role (Me)
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| Robbery or lottery, feel like that’s how it’s gotta be
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| I never felt so unlucky, no, never
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| No one understands my brain, I numb my mind on novocaine
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| You said that you would love me forever
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| Goddamn, uh, I can take you down to the… to the, to the store.
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| I’m like, «What you talk-you 'bout to-what you talkin' 'bout?"He…
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| you know, down here, it’s just… you go to the corner store you gon' find
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| somebody. |
| Like, we, we bet. |
| So we brought hella folks to this corner store and
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| post. |
| Shit was lookin' bleak. |
| Then we, then we just go somewhere else and we
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| just post again… Memphis Bleek. |
| Then Smi just hop out like, and some just
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| random security guard niggas and he’s just like, «Ayy, you know where some
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| green at?"Dudes was like, «Hot damn» |