| 16, I was 16 with a carbon
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| New Chanels and they dark green, Olive Garden
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| Louis V polo tee, feelin' like I’m Carlton
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| Dope clean, I’m the freshest nigga in the party
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| 16, I was trick-or-treatin' with a carbon
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| 13, I was in the boarded up apartments
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| 18, mama said she didn’t want no involvement
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| On Grape Street, mama, this the life I live, I’m sorry
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| But let me get back to fuckin' these hoes
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| I fuck 'em then I duck 'em, change 'em quicker than my clothes
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| My ex a worrisome bitch, she do not want to let me go
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| She ask me do I love her? |
| And I told her that’s a no
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| Lil' bitch, you gotta roll
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| You gettin' out of control
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| And I know what’s up, you just wanna fuck
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| Because a nigga got that load
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| I would never tell a ho that I love her
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| Just to get her out of her clothes
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| I will always keep this shit so one hundred
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| 'Cause that’s just how shit goes
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| 16, I was 16 with a carbon
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| New Chanels and they dark green, Olive Garden
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| Louis V polo tee, feelin' like I’m Carlton
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| Dope clean, I’m the freshest nigga in the party
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| 16, I was 16 with a carbon
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| New Chanels and they dark green, Olive Garden
|
| Louis V polo tee, feelin' like I’m Carlton
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| Dope clean, I’m the freshest nigga in the party |