| «You only got two options, winners win and losers lose.»
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| «You uncomfortable yet?»
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| «Yeah.»
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| Base jumpin while the bass bumpin*'
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| In the back burnin' cookies, Easy-Bake Oven
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| Got to hurry up 'cause my date rushin'
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| The funny thing is that she still from Georgia
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| If you ever pull my card then I’m straight flushin'
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| Pull up to the club with a Kate Upton
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| Picked her up in a 745, 30 minutes later, went and ate somethin'
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| I’m a mack, money long like space button*
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| Ha, niggas grillin' but that ain’t nothin'
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| Don’t let me take your bitch, play somethin'
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| Let me get the dope without the cash, nigga stay frontin'
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| Ha, I’m a Zone 6 nigga, chrome kit nigga, four phones, six figures
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| Go home thick stripper, Ozone, Big Dipper
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| Mobile home brick shipper, soapstone in the kitchen
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| Postpone rappers albums when they hear my shit, nigga
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| Never twist Swishers, Dutch Palma, quick tripper
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| But they always runnin' out so I hit the Chevron
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| Text my nigga, GB, get a zip of Exxon
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| Make-up sex with your girl, pillowcase with Revlon
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| We was fuckin' on the stairs, damn near had a step-son
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| So watch your mouth little nigga 'cause
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| I know some things nobody knows
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| Can’t trap my mind, can’t take my soul
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| Turn up the heat I feel life is so cold
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| And I can’t call it, they keep callin'
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| Oh yeah, I feel like I’m fallin'
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| Feels like the whole world is fallin', fallin'
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| Let me pause for a second
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| These niggas ain’t good here like bacon
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| You would think all I drink is Dos Equis
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| Bullshit raps mixed in with the message
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| That mean I got some karma comin' in with the blessin'
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| Workin' out, I’m gettin' Gucci Mane fit
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| Through them hula hoops again, oh that’s hooligan shit
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| Direct deposits everyday, I’m drivin' Uber and Lyft
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| I got to keep a side hustle, got to do the side, swift
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| I done linked up with the king, now these bitch want a ring
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| Ain’t it funny, when I rung you ain’t answer
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| Ain’t it funny, play dumb when I @ you
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| I used to DM, you ain’t used to see 'em, now ain’t it funny
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| I don’t blame you baby you just want the bag
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| And you don’t really care like if a nigga text back
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| As long as you stuntin' on your nigga from your past
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| And you know I be always down to help with that
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| But I know some things nobody knows
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| When you catch a grip, I let go (let go)
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| Vision ain’t clear, only thing 20/20 be the Mad Dog
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| This gon' be the year the fake people take the mask off
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| Thinkin' 'bout my future, still tryna shake my past off
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| Like I’m, Translee
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| Aye, I feel like I’m the man right now
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| I feel like you don’t understand right now (oh no)
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| And the block so hot, I think I can catch a tan right now
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| I think I need to buy another fan right now
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| Your enemies lookin' like fam right now
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| Your favorite rapper sendin' me his mixtape links
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| But them emails lookin' like spam right now
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| Yeah free fall, lookin' up my nigga
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| In the kitchen, cookin' up my nigga
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| Done with the bullshit, I took enough my nigga
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| Never let a hoe say I shouldn’t trust my nigga
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| Fuck famous, I’d rather be rich
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| You’d rather be that, I’d rather be this
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| And I got the juice, I gradually sip
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| Some want to be Bishop, I’d rather be bliss
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| And with all these customers, I’m accustomed
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| They playin' catch-up, ran out of mustard
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| And it’s a must that I hit the function
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| With all my wifeys, they think I’m Muslim
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| Hey, I’m just playin' baby JK (aye)
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| I’m free fallin' and we ballin', skreets callin'
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| And we came to finish what we started
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| And I’m free, Sy Ari, free fallin'
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| Said I’m free, free fallin' |