| Peanut butter seats came perfect time
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| Rich but I’m still ducking one time
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| I seen the light, then I climbed in
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| Had to take 'em out, we ain’t gon' dine in
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| Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
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| But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
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| Sippin' 1942, Don Julio
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| I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes
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| Late night, I’ve been cruisin' down the interstate
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| Late night, I’ve been thinkin' a lot of niggas hate
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| Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
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| If he talkin' out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
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| I can’t let no niggas mock my name
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| Especially when these lil' niggas see me as reputable
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| And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
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| We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
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| I talk to him, my brother 'nem, he on the same thang
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| We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
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| Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
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| I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
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| She had this dick on her noseplate
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| Peanut butter seats came perfect time
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| Rich but I’m still ducking one time
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| I seen the light, then I climbed in
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| Had to take 'em out, we ain’t gon' dine in
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| Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
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| But everybody change on you like the seasons
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| Sippin' 1942, Don Julio
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| I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes
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| I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
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| Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
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| She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
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| I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
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| See my niggas in the hearse, havin' nightmares in church
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| Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
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| Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
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| Don’t give no opps hope
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| I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach
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| Peanut butter seats came perfect time
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| Rich but I’m still ducking one time
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| I seen the light, then I climbed in
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| Had to take 'em out, we ain’t gon' dine in
|
| Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
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| But everybody change on you like the seasons
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| Sippin' 1942, Don Julio
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| I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes |