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Whoaa, |
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B-tch you know my name |
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Leggo |
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It's Mr. Tremaine |
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Ladies love me, here go that new Trey |
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Kiss and suck me, I call it toupee |
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I got on Breezy sh-t, give my sh-t a break |
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F-ck am I talking bout? Aye peedis get my spins up (?) |
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Love faces, bottoms up |
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Came straight from the bottom up |
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Who you gon' find at the top of the charts that hot as f-ck and these broads'll f-ck? |
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Ya'll n-ggas pick my garbage up |
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Say my prayers, in god we trust |
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Know I gotta lot of money so these n-ggas acting funny |
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Gotta turn the Cadillac into an armor truck |
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B-tch n-gga on the arm of her |
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So I look her in her eye, start charming her |
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Wanna know you very well, pretty skin caramel and a n-gga tryna bust that almond nut |
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Chi-Town freak hoes, cold as a b-tch though |
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Came in a trench coat, took it off, beach clothes |
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Get naked, right this second |
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Girl you ain't nothing but a bird, just peck it |
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Watch full of carrots with a pocket full of lettuce |
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While you hating n-ggas ride 87 and (?) |
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I hope your sh-t break down, look at a n-gga now |
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Look at me now (x3) |
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I'm getting paper |
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VA I did it for ya'll |
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but the two audemars I did it to ball |
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High school couldn't keep me out the halls |
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Pretty b-tch couldn't keep me out her draws |
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Sh-tting on ya'll, treat the game like a star |
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Drown in the water while you hang in (?) |
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My clothes don't hang in the mall |
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This sh-t fresh off from the plane from Milan |
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Good head, can't name the salon |
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But I swear I just came in her mind |
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Gotta her hiding in (?) |
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Gave her two pills, don't blame me I'm wrong |
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Why the f-ck they let me on this song? |
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I don't even care who own this song |
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Chris could've called me, man you should've called me |
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Man, god damn I love this song |
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Let's talk about the way I got on this John |
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We was in the garage and I got on that bong |
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A n-gga said Wayne went nuts |
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And I think I went, what my nuts are over-grown |
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I'm so high, I'm overblown |
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Think I'm overdosing on |
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My ego, I'm so lethal |
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There's no equal, I'm so evil, No Knievel |
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But I stunt hard, my front yard - got horses. |
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Think that porches from midevil, |
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There's no way this can be legal |
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Two hundred while I'm blunted |
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And her mouth just keep on running |
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Cos the weave they've just done and |
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so I told the b-tch to bun it |
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Yea Zack, let the track drop |
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Murder this sh-t like Black Ops |
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Flag jackers and Claymores |
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In this one year I done made more |
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Then the whole existence is of yours |
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N-gga just got my voice insured |
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Yea, look at me now b-tch! |
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Look at me now (x3) |
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I'm getting paper |
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Look at me now (x3) |
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Look at me now, b-tch! |