| That post Rodeo flow, you know
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| Folarin the genius, Scott the king
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| Uh, look
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| Yeah, Cartier, what your wrist doing?
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| In the Ace with my nigga whip
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| Real nigga in that Will&Rich
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| I ain’t stopping 'til a nigga fifty mil'
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| I ain’t tripping 'til a nigga hundred mil'
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| I ain’t tripping 'til I’m five hundred mil'
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| Funny, weighing on the money
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| But I’m buying ice to let all of these niggas chill
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| (Never ever gotta write a will)
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| Niggas won’t beat me like Emmett Till
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| Niggas won’t bite me like Holyfield
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| (Might run it back on you, I’m in the field)
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| Hey, that money be coming in, look
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| Money be coming in, look
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| (I just left the Rodeo)
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| Then she riding my jawn again
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| (She ridin' my jawn again, got up on again
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| And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone her
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| You know I’ma stoner, stoner, stoner, stoner
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| You know I’ma loner, loner, loner, loner)
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| Smokin' that dope, only Cali could do it
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| Doing my shows, all the bitches gon' bump us
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| Show off my car, there’s living with no limit
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| I could buy a house and a Benz in the morning
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| This is important
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| Never seen a night like this
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| Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
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| Whippin' up a pot, fish grits
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| Never seen a night like this, yeah
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| Never seen a night like this
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| Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
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| Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
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| Never had a night like this
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| Never seen nothing like this
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| Yeah, don’t make me hit the button, hit the nitrous
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| Yeah, bang her right soon as the light hit
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| Yeah, I tend to see the moon soon as the day flip
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| Yeah, auto-auto-automatic
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| Swerving, switching through traffic
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| Every time I call your phone
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| I’m picking up, hearing static
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| Lobby looking like magic
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| Living room on stadium
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| She ain’t too far from the DMV
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| From the DMV, I am the greatest one
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| I’m not a killer, boy, don’t make me one
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| I’ma chill, I got a baby comin'
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| My partner said it’s gon' be tougher for me
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| I ain’t a sucker, pussy or fakers down
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| Real G nigga, it’s elementary, nigga
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| Douja rolled in a Swisher
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| Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
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| Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
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| Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
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| Had to change the line a nigga wrote because America just hate to sees niggas
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| winning
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| Yeah, woo!
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| Never seen a night like this
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| Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
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| Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
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| Never seen a night like this, yeah
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| Never seen a night like this
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| Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
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| Whippin' up the pot, fish grits
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| Never had a night like this |