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Funk, funk, ready? |
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Check me out now |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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But I don't trust niggas so make sure you come alone |
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I hand picked you you think sensibly |
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They friends with you, don't need them to be friends with me |
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Come along |
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I'm gonna take you to some spots that you might like |
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But bring shades, you gonna need them for the bright lights |
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Grab a drink and invite dykes that like |
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Vic'sWe always end up fighting 'cause that's my vice |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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And you'll see how it feels when you're sitting on the throne |
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When you're so much better but they act like it ain't known |
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So if somebody else is on it's a temporarily loan |
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Hard to compete when there ain't no competition |
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If everybody's the best why |
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I feel like the comp missing |
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Forced to find inspiration when |
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I never had to |
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So I go against myself it's a better battle |
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Now come along, come-a, come along |
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Turn up the volume on a favorite song |
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We got so much in common |
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Except when it comes to rhyming |
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She feel like lyrics are so intrusive |
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I feel about her the way she feels about music |
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Shes cute, she don't like the words |
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She just like the beat and |
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I'm thinking me too, bitch |
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Let it breathe |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone |
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Now let it breathe |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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And watch these niggas that's doing it all wrong |
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Throwback swag, nigga still doing rims |
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Still doing throwbacks, you still doin' |
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Timbs?Looking for a way to save, you ain't earning no cake |
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Move back in with moms she won't turn you away |
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Then you all on the blogs showing off on |
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CLWhen it's followed by a |
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K gotta know it's a mistake |
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Benefit of the doubt homie, if that ain't your daughters car |
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I suggest you stop rapping about a automar' |
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Cause in return |
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I'm just going to call a fraud |
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Every time |
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I hear a bar about the balla you are |
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Now listen |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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She gonna prolly drop her draws if she step into my home |
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She probably going to be on cock |
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It's big enough to get lost in without |
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Jack or John |
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LockeOn the water like an island thinking she on the dock |
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So she puttin' in work so |
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I'm thinking she on the clock |
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Slow down, baby, girl what you trying to prove? |
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When you live like me, it's funny what one night can do |
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Now let it breathe |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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Can't we dim the lights, let me get in my zone |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone |
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Now let it breathe |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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Is you niggas out your mind? |
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Is it hard to recognize when you out your prime? |
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Maybe they can't imagine living life without that shine |
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Walk around |
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Hollywood like you're so in demand |
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But when label stop acting, nigga, so do the fans |
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Nigga, you ain't a superstar, no allure bout you |
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And when you talk about me, it says more about you |
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Now come along, come-a, come along |
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Wonder why |
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I ain't around niggas changing tone |
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That's the way it looks but they really think |
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Whatever they say behind my back, will manage to stay put |
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We know the same people, go the same places |
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From the same hood, can only be so evasive |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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When you're from where |
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I'm fromYou're going to prolly meet the chrome |
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It ain't just me, its like that where we all from |
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Thought some of them niggas just do it out of boredom |
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Some just preppin' for the day they see a war come |
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Hanging in the wrong place if you never saw one |
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Now come along, come-a, come along |
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I don't know who you done dealt with in the past |
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Better be self sufficient ma, you don't get a pass' |
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Cause your thighs are lil' thick and you got a lil' ass |
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You lookin' for a suga daddy then go for it |
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Twenty something years old with nothing to show for it |
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Talkin' 'bout she was raised different |
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Well, get your own pockets, bitch, so was |
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I now really |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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I don't call them verses, they similar to poems |
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Similar to scriptures, similar to pictures |
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You can stick to rap what we doing is much bigger |
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Now let it breathe |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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Can't we dim the lights, let me get in my zone |
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Come along, come-a, come along |
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But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone |
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Now let it breathe |
