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[Verse 1 - Godemis:] |
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I'm footloose, y'all be like "Damn" |
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Maintain with the right lane |
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Y'all ain't do it like Strange, finna burn y'all when the light change |
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I'm ski skirtin' gettin' small and I'm in a straight line on my jack*************ft |
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Tryin' shake haters on my playmaker blackin' out in oncoming traffic |
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Just imagine if, the frame was a little bit lighter considering jag lift |
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I could prolly clear a row of buses on you mother******s for trying to nab with |
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Don't get mad *************, better jet son |
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Wanna bad *************? Go and get one |
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I'm that quick, suck a fat ************* |
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Wanna rap up, need to get done |
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Suck it, I enter I might rip |
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Burnin' this rubber I might slip |
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Strugglin' tryn'a get my grip |
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Doin' 80 right over this white strips |
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With the pedalin' motorin' goin' and so when I run it, then I'ma just fly out the whip |
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If you ain't numero uno you ass and prolly don't do it like I do it |
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Go |
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[Verse 2 - Ubiquitous:] |
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Yo, if you can't hang y'all that's peace |
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See I B.Y.O.B |
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I bang y'all on beats, and I bet your backyard obese, ************* |
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Better believe I'm bombastic, bro know that my ball that big |
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Y'all fabric, fabricated in a fabergé egg sack *************t |
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In a nutshell y'all corn*************, that's corny nuts y'all done warmed up |
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Snatchin' out on this bad traffic, I'm an asshole and my horn's stuck |
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I switched lanes, like Rittz came |
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In the backseat with a stick mane |
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I'm an athlete, y'all are Mitch Bade |
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And yo ************* came with a |
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Uh, let me explain, got a sick brain, I was born nuts |
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Now, who's the master? The Sho Nuff |
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Ask J, yo you know it ain't no hold up (Ay!) |
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You don't have to answer, the fact is you can't survive the standard |
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Don't act as if, I ain't had your ************* |
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Holdin' me close like I'm a tiny dancer (Ah) |
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Now back on the highway, countin' these headlights, get ya head right |
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I stand by, y'all out the car on the side of the street gettin' read ya rights |
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I see y'all stuck goin' round and around and around the back |
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I secure the trophy, count 'em out, Beverly Hills down and out |