| As the songs going down
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| Eyes reflect its lies
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| Yo raise your glasses up
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| Harlem, why they mad at us?
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| Homie get your status up, she yours but I had to fuck
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| Made her move a pack and jump
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| Had it now she acting up
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| Said she knew the game but her math wasn’t adding up
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| Body as bad as fuck, told her «won't you back it up»
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| Move it to the side we both high so we cracking up
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| My cadillac is up, STS, not the truck
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| Fresh to death turned out the trucks
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| Yes I’m next, platinum plus
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| Shorty wanna play, we know
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| We ain’t gotta stay, we go
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| Rose flow hit break three mo'
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| Hit three mo' hit three mo'
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| Fuck it crack another case
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| My man just caught another case
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| Jump down, duck and jake
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| Like stay in a suckers place
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| Make byrd lady fuck his face
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| Tell her you’d love another taste
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| Seven days rugby straight
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| Moving that other weight
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| Tryna' get that other cake
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| Flying through without a cape that 63 with paper plates
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| Ya’ll can’t stop this playin kid we get it and it ain’t okay
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| Break your heart like 808 you mistaken, I 8 0 Spray
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| Let em' know we play with ye 24 /7 day to day
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| Vegas table Mandalay baby I know you plan to stay
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| Rugby style from up to down, throw your hands up in the crowd (x3)
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| Vigo Casa 7 thou', Cherry gimme Cameron Giles
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| You hear me knocking fine
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| Most my niggas? |
| drive
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| Pour your liquors fuck your lives
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| Pull off in the hottest ride
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| (SLIIIIIME) You see me wavy without a line
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| Shady like I gotta shine, crazy for that dollar sign
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| Love me or hate me fine, 20 left in 80 dimes
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| Looking at my watch is 'bout the only way I’m facing time
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| Let me take my time
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| Even though she feeling me my baby mama still with me
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| I don’t know how she deal with me
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| Work got stretched in Willily, invested in some realty
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| Put her where she kill to be the mortgage there is killing me
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| Only weed I’m rolling she know the pills ain’t me
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| Never was got a better buzz than you killer bees
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| Please, you hoes sour then gimme three
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| Silly me, smooth and talk wild like Willy D
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| I call my nigga Lee, yo just bring that piffery
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| I’m known for balling and pimping like who sit next to 23
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| This dude been a threat
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| 20 down beginner’s bet
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| Cardier the thinnest specs
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| Got me feeling intellect
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| Ain’t had my dinner yet, big chain thinner neck
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| Slit game spit it best like Dame said let’s get a check
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| You kinda disrespect, ask me who my brick connect
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| Your ship is wrecked, All the boat on yachts I’m on is triple deck
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| My swagger get you wet
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| Birkin bag I’ll get you next
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| Pamela knows I’m airing hoes? |
| knows I live for tecs
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| Now let me catch my breath
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| Nothing less than 9 or 8
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| 7 I might slide in late
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| 6 won’t get the time of day
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| Umpire behind the plate
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| China white of finer taste
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| Damn you mean that juma queen a fiend for designer lace
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| Love how your diamonds shaped
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| Throw them all inside the face
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| VVS you shining great
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| My G gutter behind them gates
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| (Slime!) Yes, my slime okay
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| Sour blew my mind away
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| Niggas know I grind that ye to put my fam in higher place |