| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna be on, ayy, ayy
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| I’m beyond all that fuck shit, hey
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| Hey, lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine?
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| Nigga, touch my gang, we gon' turn this shit to Columbine
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| Ice on my neck, cost me ten times three
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| Thirty thousand dollars for a nigga to get flee
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| I just hit Rodéo and I spent like ten Gs
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| I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
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| When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
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| And I keep like ten phones, damn, I’m really never home
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| All these niggas clones, tryna copy what I’m on (what I’m on)
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| Nigga, get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
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| Word to brother, Skip, boy, I had a good day
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| Metro PCS, trappin', boy, I’m makin' plays
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| Fifty Shades of Grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
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| I know you know my slogan, if it ain’t 'bout guap, I’m gone
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| Niggas hatin' 'cause I’m chosen from the concrete, I had rose
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| Shawty starin' at my necklace 'cause my diamonds really froze
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| Put that dick up in her pussy, bet she feel it in her toes
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| I’m a real young nigga from the six throwin' 'bows
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| I’m a real young nigga from the six throwin' 'bows
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| Real young nigga from the six throwin' 'bows
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| In the middle of the party, bitch, get off me (goddamn)
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| In the cut, I’m rollin' up my broccoli (goddamn)
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| Yeh, I know your baby mama fond of me (goddamn)
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| All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (goddamn)
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| Whispered in my ear, she tryna leave with me (goddamn)
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| Tell her I can get that pussy easily (goddamn)
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| Tell her I can hit that shit so greasily (goddamn)
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| I’m a dirty dog, I did it sleazily (damn)
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| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna be on, ayy, ayy
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| I’m beyond all that fuck shit, ayy
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| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna, hey I’m beyond, ayy, ayy
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| Said I’m beyond all that fuck shit, ayy
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| I got companies and Pesos
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| I got people on my payroll
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| She don’t do it 'less I say so
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| I don’t smoke if it ain’t fuego
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| I should sauce 'em up like Prego
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| Fettucini with Alfredo
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| All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
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| I was five or six years old when I had told myself, «Okay you’re special»
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| But I treat you like my equal never lesser
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| I was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
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| Had the world steppin'
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| That’s what I call epic
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| Couple summers later I got paper
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| I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
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| With the capers on a square plate
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| At the restaurant with the «why you got to stare» face
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| To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
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| Rapper face, dread headed
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| Golden diamond teeth wearin'
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| They just mad 'cause I got that cheese, bitch, I keep dairy
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| Turnt up in the party, gettin' lit to Yachty
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| With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami
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| In the middle of the party, bitch, get off me (off me)
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| In the cut, I’m rollin' up my broccoli
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| (my weed, my weed)
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| Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me (she fond of me)
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| All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
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| (the weed, the weed)
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| Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
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| (she runnin' for)
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| Said that I can get that pussy easily
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| (she fallin' for)
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| Said I can hit that shit so greasily (oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| I’m a dirty dog, I did it sleazily (yeah) |