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Uh, uh, uh, huh, yo, yo |
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Drop your glasses, shake your asses |
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Face screwed up like you having hot flashes |
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Which one, pick one, this one, classic |
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Red from blonde, yeah, bitch, I'm drastic |
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Why this, why that, lips stop askin' |
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Listen to me baby, relax and start passin' |
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Expressway, hair back, weavin' through the traffic |
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This one strong should be labeled as a hazard |
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Some of y'all niggas hot, like I'm gassin' |
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Clowns, I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin' |
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Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin' |
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Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic |
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Some of y'all ain't writin' well, too concerned with fashion |
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None of you ain't gizell, cat walk and imagine |
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A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted |
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Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it |
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And if I had to give you up, it's only been a year |
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Now I got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere |
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It took a while to get me in and I'm gonna take my time |
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Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |
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They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy |
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Shank up, haters wanna come after me |
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You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat |
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Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me |
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Now while you grittin' your teeth |
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Frustration baby, you got to breathe |
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Take a lot more that you to get rid of me |
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You see, I do what they can't do, I just do me |
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Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see |
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Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe |
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Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines |
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Love for my wordplay that's hard to find |
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Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind |
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All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine |
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Eyes bloodshot, stressin', chills up your spine |
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Huh, sick to your stomach wishin' I wrote your lines |
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And if I had to give you up, it's only been a year |
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Now I got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere |
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It took a while to get me in and I'm gonna take my time |
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Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |
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Let your bones crack, your back pop, I can't stop |
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Excitement, glock shots from your stash box |
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Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route |
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Locked down, blastin', sets while I mash out |
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Yeah nigga, mash out, D R E |
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Back track, think back, E V E |
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Do you like that, you got to I know you |
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(Ooh) |
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Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too |
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Don't believe, I'll show you, take you with me |
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Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief |
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Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me |
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Damn, she much thinner, know now I'm complete |
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Still stallion, brick house, pile it on |
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Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl |
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Beware 'cause I crush anything I land on |
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Me here, ain't no mistake nigga, it was planned on] |
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And if I had to give you up, it's only been a year |
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Now I got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere |
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It took a while to get me in and I'm gonna take my time |
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Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |
