| I got a little bit of bad
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| Im trying to make it stretch
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| The way im wearing prada
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| Its like its swinging from my neck
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| Smile on my face
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| Your misses want a taste
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| She give me piece of mind every time she give me brain
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| Swear I’m one hell of a guy
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| Lets make the most of time
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| How you really living if you never feel alive
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| She just looked me in my eyes
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| But gave me no reply, I said shit
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| You can waist your life, just dont waste my time
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| There’s, bullshit on the radio
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| Talk’n bout shit they dont do
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| Trap music, that’s blaring down the hallways
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| Turning up when we want to, yeah
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| Mamas' yell’n like, why you never call me
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| Dont you know that I love you
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| Trap music, that’s blaring down the hallways
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| Turning up when we want to, yeah
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| I done dropped out of college
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| Never thought I would be a rapper
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| Linked up with a baller
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| Then I left the fuck’n atmosphere
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| Tried to tell a nigga, wait up
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| Tell 'em I’m done waiting
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| Dishing out these mufuckin hits
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| Then serving niggas like waiters
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| Couldn’t even imitate me
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| These niggas heads inflated
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| How you hold it down
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| Ego bigger than the great lakes is
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| I been lost my patients
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| My life like so amazing, yes it is
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| I hated yours, they showed me love
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| There’s, bullshit on the radio
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| Talk’n bout shit they dont do
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| Trap music, that’s blaring down the hallways
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| Turning up when we want to, yeah
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| Mamas' yell’n like, why you never call me
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| Dont you know that I love you
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| Trap music, that’s blaring down the hallways
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| Turning up when we want to, yeah
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| You know being me is easy
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| That’s the only thing i can be
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| Fulfilling dreams is easy too
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| And thats all you got in reach
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| Im a get whats mine
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| I won’t take no time
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| Oh no
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| Yeah, its easy to forget these things when
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| There’s, bullshit on the radio
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| Talk’n bout shit they dont do
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| Trap music, that’s blaring down the hallways
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| Turning up when we want to, yeah
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| Mamas' yell’n like, why you never call me
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| Dont you know that I love you
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| Trap music, that’s blaring down the hallways
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| Turning up when we want to, yeah |