| Met her on the Eastside, but she from the North
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| All my niggas keep heaters by 'em, yeah the torch
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| Talking big shit, beta had that torch
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| Pop a pussy down, pop a pussy like Scorch
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| Audi, Audi, Audi, Audi, in that Audi
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| Audi, Audi, Audi, Audi, in that Audi
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| G-Range, blew it up, why?
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| Wider wider body, wider wider body
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| Nigga been out like Wile E. Coyote
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| Stupid bad bitch, but, don’t even know, ooh
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| Complain, hoes always complain
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| My thing, baby I’m doing my thing
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| Bank, talking about guap insane
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| Cash, make that and stay in your lane
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| Lotta' pain, done taught me a few things
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| Got a lot in common, but trust me, we ain’t the same
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| Baby girl you bad, but not even in my top five
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| How you wanna get drafted, but you out here playing both sides
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| Get some handles 'fore you get crossed up in the crossfire
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| Ball or block it, we don’t shoot from the free-throw line
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| These boys going out sad
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| Let a hoe take over they life
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| Nigga can’t go out bad
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| Too much guap to strike
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| Nigga don’t move like us
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| Real militant the stick
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| Shawty I can’t even trust you
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| Partner gone' get admitted
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| I could give you money but I can’t invest my time
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| And I’m not a trick, baby girl, you won’t get a dime
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| Shawty ride for me, real down, did you dirty slime
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| Bon Appétit, what paid for the meal? |
| Crime, crime |