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LA, NC, NY, the |
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ChiYea - hey |
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YeaI wake up, hop out the shower |
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Spray cologne on while |
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I'm dressin |
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They hollin bout recessions, so my niggas out here stressin |
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But bitch |
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I'm live and breathin, so to me that there's a blessin |
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See life is like a test that |
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I ain't never got no |
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F inSteppin out today, |
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I gotta leave the crib |
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Mama stressin out, |
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I prayThat ain't nobody gone put a weapon out this way |
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Cause I don't got no strap |
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And ever since we hit |
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Depression niggas don't know how to act |
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In fact, there go some niggas there |
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Hatin I feel the stare |
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Me vs. you shining, that's like a diamond and silverware |
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Let ya'll feel the glare |
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I gotta go now |
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I'm riding through the city with the windows rolled down |
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Shawty hollin, so |
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I pull up beside her |
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I'm frontin what's your name? |
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She told me boy you know me, don't play no games |
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Now look they say you blowin up, hey is it true fired up? |
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I say girl they wasn't kiddin like they tubes tied up |
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I'm hollin hey |
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Good god what a day |
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I gotta say it feels good to get away |
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Where ain't nobody stressin over shit they gotta pay |
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And tell me whats work without play |
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All my niggas hollin hey |
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Good god what a day |
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Hey babygirl, tell me, can you get away |
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Where ain't nobody hollin bout the problems of the world |
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Its just me and my favorite girl |
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Now all around they holla |
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Okay so word been spreadin,that |
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I done jetted to |
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New YorkI was up there doin my thang |
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So now some folks |
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I used to know is hollin out |
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J. Cole!I gotta chuckle cause |
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I know they use to say |
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JermaineSo who changed? |
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What's in a name though, when niggas can't hang on your shoe strings |
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The flow insane plus |
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I got that flame throw, that |
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Lou CainEven in the winter, we bring, feelings of summer, |
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SuzanneWe get them hooks like |
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T-Pain and scoop them hoes like loose change |
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Can you blame me? |
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I'm just a boy straight out the |
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VilleThese wanksta ass niggas gettin played out forreal |
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You actin like you trill nigga you betta not |
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You talkin out yo' ass you finna get your head rocked |
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This is where they shoot em sideways |
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Boys gettin blazed |
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Can't afford to fly so we get high to get away |
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Now come here ladies, see we tryna get ya'll loose, pour it up |
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Take this juice we gone mix it with this |
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Goose, don't throw it up |
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I'm hollin hey |
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Good god what a day |
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I gotta say it feels good to get away |
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Where ain't nobody stressin over shit they gotta pay |
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And tell me whats work without play |
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All my niggas hollin hey |
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Good god what a day |
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Hey babygirl, tell me, can you get away |
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Where ain't nobody hollin bout the problems of the world |
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Its just me and my favorite girl |
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Now all around they holla |
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Yea - hey - yea |