| Aye, Yo
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| It’s too much smoke but not it’s enough liquor
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| She say it’s easier to choke, but she get drunk quicker
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| I’m like Yo, where you tryna go
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| Sunny, you’re pushing the snow
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| The beach or you freeze like 32 below
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| For sure, lil' mama I got chu
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| I kno' that I’m putting too much weight on ya shoulda
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| But i’ll spot you
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| Caviar your meal, oiled automobile
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| Make you drip like a seal
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| Who the fuck needa deal
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| I do, but I don’t
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| I won’t, but I will
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| Gimme Ferrari wit a barbie holdin' the wheel
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| My girl thicker than butt ins
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| Who’s that?__________ and she ain’t even rushing
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| Try to gimme poke her face, all I seen was bluffing
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| Compliment her dress, all I seen was blsuhing
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| She ain’t even a model, stripper or a dancer
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| But she gimme Cs, the best possible answer
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| I gotta a pocket full of dough
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| And I’m sipping slow
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| The way my night is headed, honey I don’t even know
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| But I got the type of dro that’ll make you snap your head back
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| All up in her/the ___? |
| homeboy can you accept that
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| Can you accept that, nah I can’t accept that
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| Can she accept that, homie she won’t accept that
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| Nah he won’t accept that
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| Can we accept that, hell yeah we can accept that
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| I could take you from the darker side to lead you to the light
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| You never ask a tiger where he got his fuckin' stripes
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| All black leggings, got your booty lookin' right
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| Man you fiendin' for a tune up, let me help you clean your pipes
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| Yikes! |
| Stripes! |
| chew me up like a bubblegum
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| So charismatic, but you way too troublesome
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| The known jet, so I’m prone to Joan Jett
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| Cuz I never gave a damn about my bad reputation
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| Ahh, salutations, hi welcome to my pleasure dome
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| Where I can hear your heart beat, like clicks up on a metronome
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| I gotta let you know, this is what I lust for
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| Mac facial, wit' a swisher rappin' is my rushmore
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| Plus? |
| tour, got my whole click paper chasin
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| Yeah, the blue collar life, had my damn neck chaffing
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| Word, now they show me love, every-time I go to function
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| Got a 9−5?, i’ll forever stay punched in |