| I ain’t seen my mama in a minute
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| On my heart, just lie a pendant
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| I hate thinkin' 'bout that shit, it’s like a domino
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| Black spots up in my memory
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| I white out all the pain with green
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| That’s the only color that ain’t done me wrong
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| Damn, how I’m harming these niggas
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| With these harmonies, nigga
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| Is you a R&B nigga? |
| Huh, I gotta know
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| Smi D. Jakes, he doin' good
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| He hand out meals off in the hood
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| He made a mil' off of a hoodie
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| Stackin' off satin, woah
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| Stackin' off satin, woah
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| I caught a flight, from the Lou
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| To the West side
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| For the fee, look at me, mama I’m fly
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| Really can’t catch a break, need the Kit-Kat, I
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| Put that chocolate in the light
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| You remind me of my coupe
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| Gas me up good
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| Pass me a 'Wood
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| I roll up my insecurities
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| Fire up the foolery
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| Frolickin' foolishly
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| Flirt with some bitches, but know I can’t do a thing
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| Guess the company humors me
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| I got a boo and she good to me
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| Leave me lone
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| Covert coupe, comin' through
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| Down, set, hut, windows tinted like Sioux
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| Tribe, playin' my music, playin' my- (Fuck that shit)
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| (That good with you?)
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| Covert coupe, comin' through
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| Down, set, hut, windows tinted like Sioux
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| Tribe, playin' my music, playin' music
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| Patna hit my phone, sayin' he got a chocolate phone
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| And she be playin' my music, playin' my music
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| Let me introduce you, like the startin' five in Houston
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| Blow the doobie
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| Ain’t 'bout blood or ain’t 'bout love, no, don’t include me
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| I’m the plug, she wanna fuck, well, sock it to me
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| I’m the plug, she wanna fuck, sock it to me
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| Come sock it to me
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| She wanna get a tattoo
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| (Hold up, let it breathe, wait a minute, let it breathe)
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| Wait, wait, wait, wait
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| Wait, wait
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| Wait, wait, wait
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| She wanna get a tattoo, she wanna get my name
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| I told her, «Don't do that,"I told her she insane
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| We smokin' out the bathroom, wet towel, everything
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| But loud gon' loud, sure 'nough, heard the doorbell ring
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| I ain’t finna answer, wait 'til they leave and we leave out
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| Hold on, get the Febreze out
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| Yard work, put the weed out
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| Fuck it, I’ll pay the fee, damn
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| Wanna pick your brain, my love
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| Gimme that scalp, that leave out
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| Heard that thing was dangerous
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| Wet floor sign when you leave out
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| Drip drop on my flip flops
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| You can’t find these flip flops
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| These hoes from Shibuya
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| That’s my bitch, she boo, yeah
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| Got on that see-through dress
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| Yes, yes, sheer, ooh, come here
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| Covert coupe, comin' through
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| Down, set, hut, windows tinted like Sioux
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| Tribe, playin' my music, playin' music
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| Patna hit my phone, sayin' he got a chocolate phone
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| And she be playin' my music, playin' my music
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| Let me introduce you, like the startin' five in Houston
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| Blow the doobie
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| Ain’t 'bout blood or ain’t 'bout love, no, don’t include me
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| I’m the plug, she wanna fuck, well, sock it to me
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| I’m the plug, she wanna fuck, sock it to me
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| Come sock it to me |