| Yo head, when you see me
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| What’s goin' through yo head when you see me?
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| What’s goin' through yo head when you see me?
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| Baby what’s goin' through yo head when you see me?
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| Yo head, when you see me
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| What’s goin' through yo head when you see me?
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| Yo head, when you see me
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| Yeah, ride around up in a ghost
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| I’m smokin' woods yeah with yo hoe
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| It’s ya' glow day, Rino
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| What you wanna do? |
| Bitch get dough
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| Bae I’m in the stu', I’m hittin' them high notes
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| Them niggas can’t see me like a blindfold
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| Them niggas can’t see me like they eyes closed
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| My pockets so fat like a damn rhino
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| That boy he steak like a damn dino
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| We carry sticks like we chill in Chicago
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| My bitch light skin, but she ain’t albino
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| Niggas so dark like some espresso
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| I’m poppin' percs like I’m depressed bro
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| I’m finna get tatted on my neck again, tho
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| I’m slammin' that pussy like I’m Chris Jericho
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| It’s almost Christmas, look at the mistletoe
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| You takin' his presents, home invasion
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| You scored on a pint? |
| Congratulations
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| The shit that I do- be amazing
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| I’ma fall for bread, but I ain’t cakin'
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| Never broke, boy you must be mistaken
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| I’m one of God’s best creations
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| Eyeslow like a damn basement
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| I’m in a vet and I’m racin'
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| Gimme that, paper chasin'
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| Smokin' gas, like a gas- station
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| Yo head, when you see me
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| What’s goin' through yo head when you see me?
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| What’s goin' through yo head when you see me?
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| Baby what’s goin' through yo head when you see me?
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| Yo head, when you see me
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| What’s goin' through |