| Dropping singles like I’m single
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| Shawty so fine, I’m tryna come thru and mingle
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| Couple years I might be rich
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| Couple years might snag yo bitch
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| Couple years I’m off this shit
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| Couple beers I’m off the 5th
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| Smoke a cig to numb my throat
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| Don’t give a fuck if I’m about to perform
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| No one showed, just me 'n my bros
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| Some came close to falling thru
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| New York streets at 2 am
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| Acting quite a fool with my main men
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| No one knew we were coming but we went right in
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| Trenton pulled up at 4 am
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| The sun was rising when I fell asleep
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| Drank every single fucking night that week
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| Drug use was at another peak
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| The room still spinning, can’t see my feet
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| Passed out every night that week
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| Slept up on the couch every night that week
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| Got more fucked up than I should speak
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| I’m actin quite a fool
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| Let a couple bad bitches into my thoughts
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| Quite a way to kill the mood
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| I ain’t mad at you, I’ll call you in a minute
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| My love starts to diminish
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| Don’t talk just let me finish
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| Boston, Brooklyn, Trent and Philly
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| Prelude to the beginning
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| We ain’t even get our feet wet
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| Just the tip she got me freakin'
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| Talking to these women reminds me why I didn’t
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| Yeah, fucked up
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| I’ma swerve into the curb, pass the bowl
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| Yeah you heard that the boys
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| Actin' up for the weekend
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| These bitches got me pressed
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| When I’m off that shit
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| Hit me up I’m in your city but it’s just for the night
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| Baby come and take a step into my life
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| Let me have you for a ride, let me show you how i die
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| Mask the pain with some liquor over ice
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| No don’t look me in my eyes
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| You don’t wanna pay the price
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| And the whip smells of gasoline
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| Not the legal kind, we blowin' hella tree
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| We retreat inside when the sun arrives
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| And it’s another night of getting right and ready
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| To hit the fuckin' road again
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| Shouts out to my family
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| Some may see them more as friends
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| But really, I would do it all again
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| They kept me a buck fitty
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| Even when my heart was broken
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| Even when my heart was broken
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| I’m actin quite a fool
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| Let a couple bad bitches into my thoughts
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| Quite a way to kill the mood
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| I ain’t mad at you, I’ll call you in a minute
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| My love starts to diminish
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| Don’t talk just let me finish
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| Boston, Brooklyn, Trent and Philly
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| Prelude to the beginning
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| We ain’t even get our feet wet
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| Just the tip she got me freakin'
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| Talking to these women reminds me why I didn’t
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| Yo man, it’s like 3 in the afternoon. |
| What the fuck are you doing man?
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| Wake the fuck up. |
| I got this wood roll man, I’m tryna act the fuck up,
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| you feel me? |
| Yeah
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| Yo, sorry I mussed your call. |
| Haven’t really been feeling myself lately, but um,
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| you know fuck it. |
| I got some bud, and another wood roll too. |
| So we should
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| probably get to this fucking act up. |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |