| Uh, uh, uh, huh
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| Yo, yo
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| Drop your glasses, shake your asses
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| Face screwed up like you having hot flashes
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| Which one? |
| Pick one, this one, classic
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| Red from blonde, yeah, bitch, I'm drastic
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| Why this, why that, lips stop askin'
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| Listen to me, baby, relax and start passin'
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| Expressway, hair back, weaving through the traffic
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| This one strong, should be labeled as a hazard
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| Some of y'all niggas hot, psych, I'm gassin'
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| Clowns, I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin'
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| Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin'
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| Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
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| Some of y'all ain't writing well, too concerned with fashion
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| None of you ain't Giselle, cat walk and imagine
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| A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted
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| Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it
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| If I had to give you more, it's only been a year
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| Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere
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| It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time
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| Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind
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| They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy
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| Shank up, haters wanna come after me
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| You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat
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| Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me (Huh)
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| Now why you gritting your teeth?
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| Frustration, baby, you got to breathe
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| Take a lot more than you to get rid of me
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| You see I do what they can't do, I just do me
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| Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
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| Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
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| Huh, 16's mine, create my own lines
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| Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
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| Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind
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| All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
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| Eyes bloodshot, stressing, chills up your spine
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| Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes
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| I knew I had to give you more, it's only been a year
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| Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere
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| It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time
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| Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind
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| Let your bones crack
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| Your back pop, I can't stop
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| Excitement, Glock shots from your stash spot
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| Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
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| Glocked down, blasters, sets while I mash out
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| Yeah, nigga, mash out, D-R-E, huh
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| Backtrack, make that, E-V-E
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| Do you like that? |
| (Ew) You got to I know you
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| Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
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| Don't believe, I'll show you, take you with me
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| Turn you on, tension gone, give you relief
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| Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
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| Damn, she much thinner know now I'm complete (Uh-huh)
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| Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
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| Ryde or Die bitch, double R, came strong
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| Beware, 'cause I crush anything I land on
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| Me here, ain't no mistake, nigga, it was planned on
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| If I had to give you more, it's only been a year
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| Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere
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| It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time
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| Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |