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(Hook) |
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Yeah, ******* |
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(Girl, I don't wanna be wit you) |
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Yeah, uh |
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(Verse) |
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O.k., head turned up, I'm leaning up on the classical |
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Got leather, light up the sweet, take a pullet, she pass it |
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You know the smelly aroma, but, *******t, we looking like paper |
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Take a look in they eyes, I swear they lookin' like haters |
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Had dreams of being Tony, but I neva wanna die |
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Write the (???) in my name, hunt that blimp in the sky |
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Neva lost in a high, matter fact, I'm quite focused |
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Lookin' at the com drive, I check the specs on a Lotus |
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I don't really call it dreaming, I just call it plannin' |
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Cause where I said I'd be is exactly where I'm standin' |
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You respectz what we demanding, cause that hustle ain't no joke |
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Couple planes, couple boats, take a (???), I can't |
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foc' |
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Exotic ******* up in my beamer, look like Cassey with ass |
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120 miles per hour when I look at the dash |
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She ain't trip it, no, I got it, daddy, keep it in control |
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On the race out for them pessos, my position is the Pope |
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Who *****s play the cut, only busters need attention |
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All those ******* in my DM's be the ones you *****s mention |
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You see the way we livin', she ain't rockin' wit you lames |
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They seein' how we ballin', but ain't playn in no games |
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I be wit yo chick, that flick on the X-Box |
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Couple of hours, and I letta make the bed rock |
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(Hook) |
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(Girl, I don't wanna be wit you) |
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(Verse) |
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Huh, this that Sunday afternoon *******t |
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Smoking wit the sun in the sky |
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Drive slow, hit the spot on the ride, |
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Been (???) through the city just to see what I could see |
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Takin' in the energy and then I put that *******t on beats |
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See me on the streets, I'm observin', gotta watch my every step |
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Crazy what these *****s do fo' respect, they at their neck(?) |
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If you lookin' like you got it, betta have yourself protection |
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They ain't askin' if it's real when you flexin' |
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I'm caught up in this life but I ain't tryna get out, huh |
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Straight out to the top, I think I found us a route, huh |
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I need a lil' gas, but it looks like I could make it |
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Hey, look, we almost there and I can tell the *****s hatin' |
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It's God's favorite, and I knew it everytime that I advance |
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That's why I always left it in his hands |
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Smoking, neva stressin', then I fall back in the place |
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I know the *****s bitta, I can see it in they face |
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Push it to the limit, know I like the speed |
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Only half the percentage of what I'm 'bout to be |
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Laughing at all those ******* that eva doubted me |
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*****, I only ***** wit sayn they proud of me |
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*******t is crazy, but that's how the game go |
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Slow it down and change flows, |
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They can try it, but it ain't the same, no |