| Nigga slid up in my car in my passenger seat
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| Talking my ears off, adjusting my beat
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| Stashed my heat up under my seat
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| Stepped out my ride holla’d at a few freaks
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| Take a couple flicks, mac a bitch
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| Baby what’s your name? |
| Passionate
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| Fashion Nova, fashion fit
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| Dogg where the weed at? |
| Ain’t that a bitch
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| I’m gibbing right now, it’s Thanksgiving right now
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| Showing baby how I’m living right now
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| Clear the crowd, back to my car no squares in my circle
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| Bodyguard hard, could’ve swore I left a blunt in my ashtray
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| Little homie slid up on me, pulled a fast play, but this the last play
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| Don’t be fucking with my roaches in my ashtray
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| Hate to see ya coming, love it when you walk away
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| Everytime I twist one up, you always need to come right on by (Come right on by,
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| yeah)
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| You ain’t never got no money with you, always wanna get a free high (Get a free
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| high, yeah)
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| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', who takin' roaches out my ashtray?
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| ) with the roaches in my ashtray
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| Don’t be touching (Don't be touching, you takin' roaches out my ashtray?
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| ), not my roaches in my ashtray
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| I be loving (I be loving, who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) all my roaches in
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| my ashtray
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| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', you takin' roaches out my ashtray?
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| ) with the roaches in my ashtray
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| Seat on recliner, suede headliner
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| Just pulled in Mel’s Diner, line of
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| Chevy’s, Lacs, name it, it’s there
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| Fresh wet paint, leather interior
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| Players are everywhere
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| Nothing but love and good bud in the air (Yeah)
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| Guap took his camera out
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| Taking pictures of the homies in their cars
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| While they hittin' switches, some knocking bitches
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| Me, I’m on a mission
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| Fuel-injected, front end suspension
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| Wishing the whole world roll like we ride
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| There’s always one homie trying to get that free high
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| Shit never fails, yeah, this shit for sale
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| Skip the bail, put the shit on scale
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| This the last day, for your last play
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| Quit fucking with the roaches in my ashtray
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| Everytime I twist one up, you always need to come right on by (Come right on by,
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| yeah)
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| You ain’t never got no money with you, always wanna get a free high (Get a free
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| high, yeah)
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| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', who takin' roaches out my ashtray?
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| ) with the roaches in my ashtray
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| Don’t be touching (Don't be touching, you takin' roaches out my ashtray?
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| ), not my roaches in my ashtray
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| I be loving (I be loving, who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) all my roaches in
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| my ashtray
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| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', you takin' roaches out my ashtray?
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| ) with the roaches in my ashtray
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| Say man, you niggas think yall crafty, huh?
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| Sitting in my car, adjusting my music
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| Telling me how sweet my car is
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| And all of a sudden my roaches is missing
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| Say man, don’t be fuckin' with the roaches in my ashtray
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| You hear me? |