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(Chorus x2 - Kandi) |
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
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I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) (Verse 1 - Ali) |
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Yo, I'ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps |
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Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match |
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No poke, no soda, no talkin' back, grabbin' 'em out of college |
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I'm wisdom lookin' for knowledge, who got it |
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I got it, |
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I love it when you get that |
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Zippendale in ya body |
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And shakin' ya la-de-da-de, in the party |
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Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty |
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And if both of y'all together, |
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I'm in the center like |
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Jahadi And |
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I like that (Woo), plus the both of y'all so fine |
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Why should |
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I bite back (Woo), |
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I'm just waistin' my lines |
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And havin' time after time, |
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I'm just speakin' my mind |
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It don't matter if |
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I'm in the |
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Range, or the |
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Benz I'ma shine |
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Now ask, who that is, walkin' and talkin' that bull stuff |
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Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up |
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Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, |
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I'm gon' go |
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Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Let's roll) (Chorus x2 - Kandi) |
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
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I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) (Verse 2 - Ali) |
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Check, check, well |
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I got no love for losin' |
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Never been full of hate, no love for uzi's |
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Wahchin' me again and again, like favorite movies |
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MC's wit brains, obsessed wit oochie coochie (I got more flavor than them, motherfucker) |
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You other facts of life acts too (Too) |
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No but, no drink, |
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I gets very moody |
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I guess that why, |
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I'm in love wit |
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Bud just like brew |
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Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like |
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Shakur What's in store, |
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I'ma let jet like |
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Acu-ra Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the |
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Camadors See |
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I'm your, |
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Lunatic for hire |
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A ??? will call them |
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MC's out like a bad umpire (You're outta here) |
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I snap neck, like a |
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T roll before we retire |
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Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar |
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Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, |
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I'm gon' go |
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Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Chorus x2 - Kandi) |
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
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I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) (Verse 3 - Ali) |
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Now for real, |
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I be to break 'em off |
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Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper |
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Think he like papa, when |
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I drop her |
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Lyin' on that ass now we fuckin' 'til the beat don't stop her |
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Could it be |
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I move too smooth, groove |
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That'll make the whole party move |
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Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try |
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Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a glock |
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My crew stand up, y'all crew catch rounds |
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Desert Eg, 4 pound, it's got to, go down |
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Should I sweat that, hell naw |
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I'm gon' go |
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Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Kandi w/ Ali talking in background) |
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Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin' |
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St. Lunatics, keep rollin' (Chorus x2 - Kandi) |
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long |
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I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats |
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) |
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Oh, Ali |
