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[Hook] |
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All I do is flex, I don't need a reason |
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All I want is sex, I don't need a reason |
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Fly out on a jet, I don't need a reason |
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Every day's a never ending summer season |
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[Verse 1] |
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160, blink and miss me |
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Super nifty, riding swiftly |
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Rolling through the sticks |
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Leather extra crispy, effortlessly |
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Power steering, accurately, ready for action, actually |
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Mellow, relaxed and cocking my snapback |
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Not taking no God damn back chat |
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Just racking up fat stacks |
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No ring, no chain, no fat chaps |
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Can't get no sleep, no cat naps |
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And everybody wanna be on my black sack |
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But I don't slack |
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You don't really wanna see me get abstract |
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I'll switch up the place like have that |
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Don't care about none of that rap crap |
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Steer clear of the rat trap |
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Some say that I lack tact |
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But I'm on the map |
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And I'm setting the pace, I'm on track |
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So get out my face, I'm on slapping |
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I'm on scrapping, so stop yapping, what's crackalacking? |
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Don't follow fashion, just keeping it G |
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With these hoes, macking, and that's what's happening |
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What? |
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That's what's happening |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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God bless me, nobody can't test me |
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Everyday life can't stress me, stay on the ball like Messi |
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Money and women are the only things that impress me |
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I stay fly and sexy |
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Life is a game of chess, and all the girls wanna check me |
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How much do you wanna bet me, that I never ever let a female sweat me? |
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Get me |
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I ain't gotta talk no more, cause soon as I walk in the door everybody stops doing what they're doing, don't know what they're pausing for, don't know what they're gawping for |
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Bad boy from the LDN, what the world's been calling for, been balling for |
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And your girl gets wet, stays up in the morning for |
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Don't know what you're stalling for |
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Get with the programme, I got the flow and I've got the dough and money to blow |
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And, this ain't a slow jam, ready to rock and I'm ready to roll, I'm gripping at the Trojan |
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Never gonna get caught slipping, never gonna get caught tripping |
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Never too soft on the women |
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If it ever gets too hot in the kitchen, I'm dipping, I ain't gonna stand there dripping, I'm missing |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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International, flex and go |
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When I'm at home, I stay low |
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Yo, lay in the cut, they can't see me bro |
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And I'm living it up, they can't be me though |
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Get on the mic, I get easy dough |
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When I'm cutting the cheques, cause I'm C.E.O. |
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Keep on fronting, like you don't know |
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I stay repping the Manor, and that's E3, Bow |
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Stay with a brownin', get around the town, you better hold it down |
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I'll leave you breathing slow |
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Overstand, cause I ain't even clowning, I'll leave you drowning from head to toe |
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Wet, why you trying to put me in check? |
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I play for keeps, you better know I don't pet |
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Knock your head off your shoulders, no sweat, watch your step |
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[Hook] |
