| Aye you probably think you know where this is goin'
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| But this ain’t one of them kinda songs
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| Somebody roll and let’s get it on
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| While I forget it all and get zoned
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| And I remember back in the day
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| Before I thought about gettin' paid
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| The ladies ain’t wan' give me no play
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| The haters ain’t have nothin' to say
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| They never let me into the club
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| The radio ain’t show me no love
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| Gave my all, but it just wasn’t enough
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| And complaining too, it’s just how it was
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| And now I’m just posted
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| With my baddest bitch and we just kick it in this villa watchin' pictures
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| gettin roasted
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| Vision gettin' clearer yea she open
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| But her eyes low, never under the clouds baby we floatin'
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| Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
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| but this ain’t one of them kinda songs
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| somebody roll and let’s get it on
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| While I forget it all and get zoned
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| I started coming up in the game
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| And people started knowin' my name
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| They tried to put me into that lane
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| And we had to go our separate ways
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| Instead of fussin' and flippin' out
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| I did my thing and figured it out
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| Security trippin I ain’t puttin it out
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| Smokin loud
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| And all my peoples got champagne, fast cars by the bar wasted
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| Potent marijuana that aroma make her wanna taste it
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| Horses in my car, little Louis on my bracelet
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| When you live just like a star it feels so amazing
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| Aye you probably think you know where this is goin
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| but this ain’t one of them kinda songs
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| somebody roll and let’s get it on
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| While I forget it all and get zoned
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| Uh high but I’m focused one thing they know is
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| (If you rollin wit tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
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| Ok no stems, no seeds I keep it G
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| (If you rollin' wit' tha gang, then you rollin up another plane)
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| And them lame niggas get dissed I let that bad bitch twist
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| (If you rollin up tha gang, then you rollin wit another plane) |