| So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
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| you’re all that I need
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| Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
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| money ain’t a thing, she stay down like a G*Repeat 2x*
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| (Chorus — Lloyd)
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| Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil’lady I know
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| don’t wanna ever let you go — cause oh everytime I call you be there for me baby girl I love you by my side
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| so anything you need, that means you got me so just my ghetto queen gon’take that ride
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| Look here lil’momma I’m gangsta
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| prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day
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| some say that I’m a star, but in the hood I’m better known as Trae
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| I’m from around the way — where not too many make it out
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| and even if I did it’s in my blood I’ll never take it out
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| you say you got a man but I ain’t tryna take his spot
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| I’m tryna be ya partna while I’m late night flippin on the block
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| so we can post up on this glass, tippin the Chevrolet
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| and get it, how we get it, then I’m gettin right back out ya way
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| I’m in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home
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| ya man can lock you down, but me ain’t nothin — rollin stone
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| and if you wanna chill tell his ass to leave you alone
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| cause if he run up on me, I’m a run my fist upside his dome
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| understand when I say I’m grown, and on that other shit
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| I’m tryna make a team but I ain’t feelin all that lover shit
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| I’m tryna hit the lights and take it to you on that rubber shit
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| and keep it G, and leave it on that undercover shit
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| (Chorus — Lloyd)
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| Ay lay back with me, feel free lil’momma
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| we can go the Bahamas in the summer
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| lookin for the fat (??), fuck the dumb hoes
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| and know that you’ll ride with me baby fuck the po — po’s
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| no pressure I ain’t gotta test ya I can leave you in my house with a hundred thousand on the dresser
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| me and you — my beautiful bitch, so glamorous
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| so bad niggas pullin out they cameras
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| together baby the world can’t handle us hoes can’t compete, no challengers
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| summer time, we float on the boat
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| while I sip a lil’lean, and you puff a lil’smoke
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| I’m married to my money, but you could be my honey
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| the groupie bitches dump me — but I know that you love me so on that note you can take this
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| me and you be shinin harder then them diamonds on my wrist, M.O.B!
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| (Chorus — Lloyd)
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| We can ride in my drop and spend some money on some Fendi
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| you never ask what type of gold diggers try to get me them hoes are silly, but I pass 'em in the Hemi
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| if a mothafucker touch you — I’m a hit 'em with that semi
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| you down like my nigga, so you know I got yo’back
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| anybody put they hands on you, I’m a lay 'em flat
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| so spread ya wings baby come on let’s fly
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| I’m down with my lady till the day that I die
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| Say lil’momma what you waitin on — actin like you don’t know no better
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| you say you tired of that shit, then roll with me and it’s whatever
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| when in the presence of a gangsta don’t worry I got ya and fuck the stress, give me a sec — I’m a get that up out ya so get ya spot I’m on the grind right now
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| I’m prolly less then two seconds away from shine right now
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| you can post up and be the bitch I’m tryna find right now
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| and if you can’t see that I’m tha truth baby you blind right now, Yeah
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| (Chorus Till End) |