| Matte black Maybach, windows tinted black
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| Seats so big, hitting cartwheels in it
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| Front grill looking like I just left the dentist
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| Gotta move like a boss when I handle my business
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| Young bitch named Trina from the 3−0-5
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| Why a bitch from the bottom gotta be so fly?
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| See them big boys steady on they grind, right?
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| So tell me how the hell I’m not supposed to be on mine
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| I learned the game from my 'ole girl
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| She said you can have the whole world
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| So try to tell me that I ain’t hard
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| Pulling up with a brand new paint job
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| Bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| Candy paint as I mob with my redbone
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| Five-nine light brown, fire head on her
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| Looking like I’m the hoes choice, I drive a Rolls Royce
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| Push start, real nigga ride clean, don’t it?
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| No roof in the coupe with the top back
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| Riding in a foreign and he straight out the projects
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| I got the game from a old nigga
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| He said, «All your whips clean, dawg, you gon' need four killas»
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| I learned the game from my 'ole girl
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| She said you can have the whole world
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| So try to tell me that I ain’t hard
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| Pulling up with a brand new paint job
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| Bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| Only trick call for the dick
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| Only tote my fire for the snitches
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| I don’t vibe if they smaller then a six
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| And I don’t fuck 'em if that pussy ain’t pretty
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| Might buy me another foreign in the morning
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| Sit that bitch real low on them Forgis
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| Might fuck around and name dat bitch Trina
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| So I can get in it every time I see her
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| You ever rode with a nigga smell this good?
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| Ever fucked with a nigga that was this hood?
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| Put ya on ya stomach, eat that pussy from the back, baby
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| Then stand up in that pussy all night, baby
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| I learned the game from my 'ole girl
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| She said you can have the whole world
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| So try to tell me that I ain’t hard
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| Pulling up with that brand new paint job
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| Bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| That young bitch ride clean, don’t it?
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| Young, young, young
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| Turn the lights on |