| Astro, yeah
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| Sun is down, freezin' cold
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| That's how we already know, winter's here
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| My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
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| That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
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| I tried to show 'em, yeah
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| I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Goin' on you with the pick and roll
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| Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
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| Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
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| At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
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| Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
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| This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
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| (Gimme the loot!)
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| Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
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| Had to hit my old town to duck the news
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| Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
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| Now it's-it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
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| I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
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| Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
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| And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
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| Some-Some-Someone said
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| To win the retreat, we all in too deep
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| Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
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| To win the retreat, we all in too deep
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| Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
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| Yeah, this-this shit way too formal, y'all know I don’t follow suit
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| Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
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| All of these hoes I made off records I produced
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| I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group (yeah)
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| Hit my eses, I need the bootch (yeah)
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| 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo (its lit)
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| Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
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| In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
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| (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
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| Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
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| She said, "Where we goin'?" |
| I said, "The moon" (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
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| We ain't even make it to the room
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| She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
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| Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
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| Who put this shit together? |
| I'm the glue
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| D-d-d-don't stop
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| Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
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| Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
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| Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
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| Someone said
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| Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
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| Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
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| Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
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| Someone said
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| She's in love with who I am
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| Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)
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| Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
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| I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land
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| Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
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| Like a light, ayy, yeah
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| Like a light, ayy
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| Slept through the flight, ayy
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| Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
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| This shit got double bedroom, man
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| I still got scores to settle, man
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| I crept down the block (Down the block)
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| Made a right (Yeah)
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| Cut the lights (Yeah), paid the price (Yeah)
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| Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
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| Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
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| Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah)
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| That's what I like (Yeah), that's what we like (Yeah)
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| Lost my respect, you not a threat
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| When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch!)
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| See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
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| Wet like I'm Lizzie
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| I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
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| Like where is he? |
| (Yeah, what?)
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| No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)
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| I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)
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| She's in love with who I am
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| Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
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| Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (Woo!)
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| I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land
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| Had me out like a light (Like a light)
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| Like a light (Like a light)
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| Like a light (Like a light)
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| Like a light
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| Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
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| Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
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| He said, "Keep that on lock"
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| I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah
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| It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit!)
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| LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
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| Shawty in the back
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| She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God)
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| Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
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| 'Bout a check, yeah, (Check) just check the foots, yeah
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| Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (Yeah)
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| Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
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| Yeah |