| Little mama have the toes,
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| I supposed I’d like to see them
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| Looked up polish your feet
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| That player I be him
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| Adjust something cool and choose to ease my mind
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| Polo wine on the blazin… tonight is fine
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| My mind is so damn better,
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| Up in this weather, got my whole crib with the cash
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| My flow is better
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| Look better, on me, my nigga
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| And take notes like your ass was in class
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| Too bad you can’t pass
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| The test that I stretch you with
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| As you compete, you thinking I’m hesitating
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| And waiting patiently, for me to fuck up
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| Homie I ain’t a sucker, if you ain’t staying true in money
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| Then shut the fuck up
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| Think and meditate the whole asumption,
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| Cause that will get you killed like raw colors in compton
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| I can’t trust a bitch for shit, they love dick
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| See they make different for niggas so bitch you need to click
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| A clip, whole of that bullshit,
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| Talking bout you love me, so but you need to come
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| And just lick this dick and keep countin up all this dough
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| She love my flow, and her pussy drip mode
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| Her best friend tellin her she wanna feel my stroke
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| Provoke, fuck 2 best friends, till the day ends
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| As I stick my dark mind, everytime to make em say, again
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| I ain’t a hypocrite, no I ain’t perfect
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| There is a higher power man, I used to be an atheist
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| Until god made me reminisce,
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| That the faith is the key to self, I start forgettin it
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| I started quittin on my spirt voices in my head
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| While I’m smokin, I ain’t trippin
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| Telling me, change your life my nigga
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| And stay focus
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| And don’t trust a soul, cause niggas be on some hoe shit
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| Fake bitches come and go, you should know this
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| And haters only hate from jealousy, they don’t know shit. |