| I’m still YH, niggas ain’t knowin', knowin'
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| These niggas ain’t knowin'
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| I’m still YH, niggas ain’t knowin', knowin'
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| These niggas ain’t knowin'
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| We gettin' paid
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day
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| Still YH
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere
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| Still YH
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day
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| Still YH
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere
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| Still YH
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| Let the shit bang, thuggin' let your stick hang
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| I’m out the whip, foreign kicks with the sllit frames
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| Couple on my that was quick change
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| Wrist flames got me goin' like six chains
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| Where your bitch, in my suite gettin' dick gamed
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| In between the sheets yellin' out my nickname
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| In my own lane even when I switch lanes
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| Brick house on my side call me Rick James
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| Three Bs run it up like the PGs
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| Snow flakes with the ice, that’s a deep freeze
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| I be talkin' all this dope like I keep keys
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| I don’t play, I’m too adult for these pee-wees
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| Real boss, holler at me when you need a job
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| My advice, just elude it when you see the mob
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| I’m so up on these niggas, all I see is God
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| Lotta foes in these streets, gotta keep a rod
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day
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| Still YH
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere
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| Still YH
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| Let the trunk shake, trust I’ma touch cake
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| Ho, I’m stand up, I don’t do the pump fakes
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| Niggas say they guns up, but they funds ain’t
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| When you do it for the love, gotta dust snakes
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| On my grind, stickin' to it like I’m duct tape
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| Take my time with these units, I don’t rush fate
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| Get the packs for the load, off of front way
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| Final seconds on the clock and we up eight
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| Been eatin' on these boys, that’s a lunch date
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| Call me Jacob in the bull, fight just one
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| Middle finger to the critics, nigga fuck hate
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| Got 'em sighin', 'cause their callin' me a young great
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| If there’s problems, let me know, I’ll let the drum bake
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| Still sittin' on the bench, like the bus lady
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| Big dog, had to do it for the
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| And no comin' sideways, better come straight
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day
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| Still YH
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere
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| Still YH
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| Just keep groovin' and he’ll come back to you one day
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| Still YH
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| Let the music play
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| You won’t get away
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| This groove will get it goin' and he won’t lead you anywhere
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| Still YH |