| I hear it all the time
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| About it all
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| Why they talk?
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| All that cake
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| New bitch
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| Every week
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| She take it off
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| Bonus!
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| Hair long, tatted on her back
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| I get her a first class flight to where my show is
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| Smoke weed, don’t smoke week
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| Catch contact, get drunk
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| Let me hit once, bitch come back
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| Ballin, can’t even control it
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| Don’t have to text, don’t even call it
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| My name is on it
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| I fuck her good and make that Uber call 6 in the morning
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| I told her I don’t need no pills, these Js I’m rolling
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| Feeling my car, feeling my chain
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| Ass looking soft, I’m feeling that thing
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| Ride with a nigga &I'll put you up all in some game
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| Why would you fuck with another nigga that’s something you should say
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| Came at the same time I mean both ways
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| We ain’t even hardly know each other names
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| By now I’m on my 6th ring or something
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| By now I’m on my 200,010th plane or something
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| By now you could say I’m living like Rick James or something
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| Insane, cause it spit flames when I switch lanes I’m stuntin
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| Big bank, no loose change, I do things
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| Ch&agne me, L.A. me
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| Supper Club throwin' dough, no ray me
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| Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D
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| Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me
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| I’m gone, I’m rocking KK cologne
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| I think these bitches tryna fuck me so I’m takin' them home
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| Take what I do inside the day &put it straight in the song
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| I get a nug up out the pound and put it straight in the bong
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| Imma stay real, Imma stay high
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| Imma stay ready, Imma stay in her, a mistake
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| Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt
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| What another man say, I know my own worth
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| Handle business
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| With my real niggas, like a real nigga
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| And it’s real business
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| All business, no hard feelings
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| All my dogs, got they all in it
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| Hard to get along with us
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| Call a kush Jean-Claude, god damn it kick strong
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| Rollie on my arm, fake niggas y’all really don’t appear to a real nigga
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| I hear it all the time
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| About it all
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| Why they talk?
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| All that cake
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Don’t even know what they want
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| Aye Young Khalifa Man!
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| I’mma get every last one of you niggas high as fuck!
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| Cause they don’t even know what they want! |