| Ask around, we really do that
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| Turn the club into a fucking zoo
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| Groupie bitches love the crew
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| That’s nothing new, pull up in something new
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| Redlyfe bomin' through
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| Poppin' bottles, still spinning blocks
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| Speeding, rushing potholes, every Tahoe
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| Ubers full of shooters that’ll crack your taco
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| Yeah I still ride for my guys
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| And I’m still packing them nines
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| Ain’t nothing changed, ain’t nothing changed
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| I’m still the wave, I’m still the wave
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| I pour champagne on that bitch
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| For asking me for some money
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| They like M. A why you cheesin'?
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| 'Cause I just got me some cunny
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| Got the baddest bitch in the game wearin' my chain with her middle fingers up
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| Like a dress-wearing lil church girl with strict parents, we don’t give a fuck
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| They talk down, we live it up
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| We ain’t worried 'bout nothing
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| I’m probably countin' money, getting head
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| And I’m just worryin' 'bout nothing
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| They chase clout, I chase checks
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| Fuck wrong with these guys?
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| Got a whole section full of bad bitches
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| And I grab all of they thighs
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| Went from underrated to most hated
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| From a nobody to a Young M. A
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| Even white people know me, like
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| That’s Young M. A! |
| No fuckin' way!
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| We party and bullshit
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| We pop bottles and we smoke weed
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| We fuck slow but we live fast
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| I get high but I’m lowkey
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| Celebrating every day now
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| Every day we awake now
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| It used to be that Hennessy
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| Now it’s champagne for the pain now
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| It’s Redlyfe, it’s Redlyfe
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| Get down or you lay down
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| No this ain’t no playground
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| Them guys don’t play 'round
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| They was sleeping, yeah they was sleeping
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| Now that ass is awake now
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| Fuck everybody else
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| It’s all about M. A now |