| You know I love you like cooked food, I’m a good dude
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| Let’s hit the Roscoe’s on Pico, I’m in a hood mood
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| I’m sittin' here thinkin' ‘bout all the things I could do
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| So what you should do is
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| Play your position for Berkin bags, we poppin' tags
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| Her shoe game sick, we drinkin' Ace out of Red Bottles
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| True gang shit, fuck with me and you’re famous
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| Kanye’d my bitch, now she’s away from the nameless
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| Camera flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
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| Jesus piece on the plate, yea my baby an angel
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| Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we into
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| Who knew we’d grew into, whatever we into
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| That’s too much for your mental so we snapback that
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| Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack
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| My ladybug, yea she cool like that
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| In them Trues, why you move like that
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| You know my lady always on
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| She know I need it so
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| She know she can get
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| All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
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| My lady got me going
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| I’m where she already knows
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| She knows she can get
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| All that, all that, all that
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| Uh, you my lady
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| And that pussy feel like a haven
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| We can make babies, let’s be creative
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| She say leave them tricks alone but I’m a skater
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| I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
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| I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good
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| I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
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| If I don’t answer my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
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| She love my tattoos
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| Ain’t got no room for her name but I’mma make room
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| She let her hair down, we have a stare down
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| She said «I'm glad you ate it, «where my cap & gown?
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| Told her «I can be your chauffeur,» dick like a limo
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| Multiple orgasms, that’s my M. O
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| Redbone pretty
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| I kiss her from her titty to her clitty
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| You know my lady always on
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| She know I need it so
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| She know she can get
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| All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
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| My lady got me going
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| I’m where she already knows
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| She knows she can get
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| All that, all that, all that
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| Look, my girl’s sweet like my hotel floor
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| From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door
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| Indeed, give her the D now the whole hotel know
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| Feel like I’m looking down from Heaven screaming «Oh, Hell no!»
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| When you hop on top, girl, that’s what it feel like
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| She always had a player back like them field lights
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| And every time I left it ain’t feel right
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| Cheated on her and she stayed, that’s just real life
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| Cause it’s hard when you ain’t on the same coast
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| Burning bread in the club so all these girls want toast
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| Hoes try and wave but we ain’t on the same boat
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| They trying to sink everything that we made float
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| She told me ‘bout her ex man, her old boy stories
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| And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories
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| Don’t fuck her on her period, ain’t into horror stories
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| I take her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
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| Cause she know me
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| You know my lady always on
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| She know I need it so
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| She know she can get
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| All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
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| My lady got me going
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| I’m where she already knows
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| She knows she can get
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| All that, all that, all that
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| I’m feeling your style
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| I’m loving your swag
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| I like how your jeans fit
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| You’re killing that bag
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| You working them heels
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| Your diamonds are real
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| You give me the chills, girl
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| You all that… |