| Yeah
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| OZ on the beat, yeah
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| Shawty say she wanna roll with me
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| Get high with me, lil' baby, roll my weed
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| Got the chopper on me, bitch, in the backseat
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| Tryna sink my damn thoughts with these trees
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| Like a Bible open when I spread her legs like the seas
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| Just you and me, you and me, you and me, yeah
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| I’m in your seat, you and me, you and me, yeah
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| I’m in your seat, you and me, you and me, yeah (Yeah)
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| Keep my four right by my Bible in the glove compartment, yeah
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| Talking gangster shit, then be a thug about it
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| Put your heart up in the street, ain’t get no love up out it, yeah
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| Pistol to the sky, don’t give no fucks about it
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| Nigga, knuck about it, nigga, buck about it, yeah
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| Choppers out in public, we gon' bust about it
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| If I like it, yeah, it’s a must I cop it
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| Foreign whip leave you in the dust about it
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| Shawty say she wanna roll with me
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| Get high with me, lil' baby, roll my weed
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| Got the chopper on me, bitch, in the backseat
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| Tryna sink my damn thoughts with these trees
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| Like a Bible open when I spread her legs like the seas
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| Just you and me, you and me, you and me, yeah
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| I’m in your seat, you and me, you and me, yeah
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| I’m in your seat, you and me, you and me, yeah |