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[Intro] |
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La-La-la-la |
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Me and Rich in here at 2 o'clock in the morning |
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More Saturday Night Tunes |
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You ironing your mother*******' leather sweat pants for the club |
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[Verse 1] |
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Outside like Tommy Buns |
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Four in the morning |
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I'm about to blow the horn |
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Hurry ya ass up homeboy - it's on |
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Can't get passed up |
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Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm? |
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That ************t coming I know |
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That ************t coming for sure |
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Some look it right in the eye |
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Some *******s run for the door |
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I'm prepaired so I'ma stay right here |
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Front porch OG rocking chair |
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Putting that ******* doja in the air |
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Those cannot compare |
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Your flow's not rare |
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Run of the mill |
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You can find that anywhere |
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But this ************t right here |
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Get in your ears quickly |
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Fiending you out |
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You'll be customer of the year now |
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************es want to date |
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Cause her man always hate |
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Saying my name everyday |
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Now she wanna know how it taste |
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I'm in here rapping making up these tapes |
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Like I be wrapping up the weight |
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Razor blade scrape lines |
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Clean the hole plate |
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Ma' say your grace |
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[Hook] |
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Calling them hoes ************es |
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And smoking my ************ up |
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Ten toes down I'ma stay g'd up |
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Calling them hoes ************es |
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And smoking my ************ up |
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Throw the set |
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Whenever you see us |
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Calling them hoes ************es |
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And smoking my ************ up |
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Ten toes down I'ma stay g'd up |
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Calling them hoes ************es |
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And smoking my ************ up |
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[Verse 2] |
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Miami Vice on mute |
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************ lit, killer beats on loop |
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Repeat this until I step into the booth |
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Laying something new |
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And then I'm in that old school |
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When the session through |
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From the grower, directly to you |
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I got so many styles it be hard to choose |
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Rather to just lay 'em |
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Or just save 'em for later |
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Cause *******s be waiting |
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For a chance to steal your sound |
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And then pretend to be the originator |
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Fake it till they make it |
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Bogus jewelry - fool, you just gold plated |
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My Chevy heavy, so is my bracelet |
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Not complacent, rather impatient |
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Can't be waiting on that paper |
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I'ma have to chase it |
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Though it's mad evasive |
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Spin move, juke and shaking |
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Choosing to get in this hustle |
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Could make you or break you |
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Or just make you crazy |
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Or make you major |
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And take you places |
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It's all on how you play it |
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Just how any game is |
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[Hook x2] |
