| Imma kick that shit that these boys like to hear
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| Diamonds on me, dancin' like a chandelier
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| Bitch, don’t you see me standing here
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| I’m fresher than a mannequin
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| Suzy go runnin' through commas
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| I get a check and a bonus
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| Thumbing, finessing through hunnids
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| Thumbing, finessing through hunnids
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| My momma say I’m two hunnids
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| Lions and snakes in a jungle
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| My city feel my struggle
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| Animosity feeding my hunger
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| Knocking shit door like it’s me again
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| Balling out, put me on CSN
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| I could never be obedient
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| I got all the ingredients
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| Wait, hold up
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| Bank, can’t fold up
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| Drank, my soda
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| Out the park like Sosa
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| Do this shit for my culture
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| Come here baby, I’ll coach ya
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| I ain’t talking no babies
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| My sound is ultra
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| I’m just barely getting over
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| I got mouths to feed
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| These boys okay
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| Ain’t got nothing on me
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| Ain’t got nothing on me
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| Ain’t got nothing on me
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| Wop, wop, OG
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| Top spot, my seat
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| Looking at my competition
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| Don’t nothing move without my permission
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| My flow consistent
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| I over did it, I go ballistic
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| I rode the rhythm with no collisions
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| Type of flow that might go the distance
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| How that boy so cold from Richmond
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| When my chain olympics, cause it’s multicolored
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| White and yellow go gold together
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| My necklace interracial
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| My city is inspirational
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| I’m at the top, just like fellatio
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| Candy my paint
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| Heartbreak the Gang
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| I smoke the gas every day
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| But when I smoke take me to space
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| I ride around to the face
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| Straight to the neck
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| Thirty, pay for my set
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| Drake, mine for the
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| Name carry weight, I need all of it
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| Not a set less
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| Even when I’m on break, I do interviews
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| That’s bench press
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| I’m fly like insects
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| I’m a person of interest
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| Really hate when the family tryna fuck me over, that’s incest
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| Woke up, out of cold sweat
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| Big dog, gotta go get
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| For that paper, I’m a Labrador
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| If I see that shit, Imma go fetch
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| This shit too easy
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| I’m 0−6 Weezy
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| I sent my baby girl eggplant and zucchinis
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| Rembrandt off the green leaf
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| These boys ain’t seeing me
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| When your shit drop by just press skip like
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| Little boys ain’t being me
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| I’m too ready, name too heavy
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| I’m Six Speed, I’m like bitch please
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| When I press the gas, I’m like Tom Petty
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| Your palms sweaty, hands shaking
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| I don’t walk around by the Grand Lake
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| With my tan bae, I got a text from Jay
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| Go back in cause the fans waiting
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| I ain’t playing no games, like Tim Tebow
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| Young Six Speed always my way like Carlito |