| Dig, dig
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| Ooh
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| (JULiA)
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| What? |
| What?
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| Thought it was trouble so I had to double back
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| I got the stick and it hang out the bookbag
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| You know we came from the land where they cook crack
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| Told them if I get ahead, I won’t look back
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| Now go ahead, I’ma truck that
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| A bitch in her face, she be like «What you lookin' at?»
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| I get the bag, bitch, we step over hoodrats
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| Bitch, I’m ahead of y’all, why would I look back?
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| I’m looking back, nigga, like, «What was you looking at?»
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| I’m so ahead of y’all, why would I look back?
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| She had the meds in her head, she be lookin' back
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| Turn me into salt if I ever do look back, oh
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| Turn me into salt if I look back
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| Eyes in the back of my head, I won’t look back
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| That stick on my body, the fuck is you lookin' at?
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| Yeah, I know how to move, I come from where they hood
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| I pity the fool that try to play me like a fool, jack
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| I’m moving real smooth, I feel just like I’m Michael Jack'
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| I get real high, I be like, «Where my body at?»
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| You know I got an invisible diamond set
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| Pull up on your bitch in convertible Audi shit
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| I like how you smiling, your aura is popping, bih'
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| The way that you drip on these bitches astonishing
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| I’m the professor, bitch, show me your knowledge
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| That is that head at the top of the college
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| The stick on my lap feel just like a Birkin
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| She told me she need that dick more than oxygen
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| I need that lean-lean-lean by the gallon
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| I know that they lying, I ain’t Jimmy Fallon
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| I know that taste right, gotta have it
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| This not like addiction, more like bad habits
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| What? |
| What?
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| Thought it was trouble so I had to double back
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| I got the stick and it hang out the bookbag
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| You know we came from the land where they cook crack
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| Told them if I get ahead, I won’t look back
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| Now go ahead, I’ma truck that
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| A bitch in her face, she be like «What you lookin' at?»
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| I get the bag, bitch, we step over hoodrats
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| Bitch, I’m ahead of y’all, why would I look back?
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| I’m looking back, nigga, like, «What was you looking at?»
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| I’m so ahead of y’all, why would I look back?
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| She had the meds in her head, she be lookin' back
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| Turn me into salt if I ever do look back, oh
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| Turn me into salt if I look back
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| Eyes in the back of my head, I won’t look back
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| That stick on my body, the fuck is you lookin' at? |