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So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen |
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You're all that |
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I need Cause she my ghetto queen, |
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I give her what she need |
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Money ain't a thing, she stay down like a |
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G [x2] [Chorus: Lloyd] |
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Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady |
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I know Don't wanna ever let you go - cause oh |
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Everytime |
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I call you be there for me |
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Baby girl |
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I love you by my side |
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So anything you need, that means you got me |
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So just my ghetto queen gon' take that ride [Verse 1: Trae] |
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Look here lil'momma |
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I'm gangsta |
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Prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day |
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Some say that |
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I'm a star, but in the hood |
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I'm better known as |
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Trae I'm from around the way - where not too many make it out |
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And even if |
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I did it's in my blood |
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I'll never take it out |
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You say you got a man but |
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I ain't tryna take his spot |
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I'm tryna be ya partna while |
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I'm late night flippin on the block |
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So we can post up on this glass, tippin the |
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Chevrolet |
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And get it, how we get it, then |
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I'm gettin right back out ya way |
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I'm in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home |
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Ya man can lock you down, but me ain't nothin - rollin stone |
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And if you wanna chill tell his ass to leave you alone |
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Cause if he run up on me, |
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I'm a run my fist upside his dome |
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Understand when |
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I say I'm grown, and on that other shit |
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I'm tryna make a team but |
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I ain't feelin all that lover shit |
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I'm tryna hit the lights and take it to you on that rubber shit |
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And keep it |
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G, and leave it on that undercover shit [Chorus: Lloyd] [Verse 2: Rich Boy] |
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Ay lay back with me, feel free lil'momma |
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We can go the |
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Bahamas in the summer |
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Lookin for the fat[? ], fuck the dumb hoes |
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And know that you'll ride with me baby fuck the po - po's |
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No pressure |
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I ain't gotta test ya |
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I can leave you in my house with a hundred thousand on the dresser |
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Me and you - my beautiful bitch, so glamorous |
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So bad niggas pullin out they cameras |
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Together baby the world can't handle us |
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Hoes can't compete, no challengers |
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Summer time, we float on the boat |
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While I sip a lil'lean, and you puff a lil'smoke |
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I'm married to my money, but you could be my honey |
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The groupie bitches dump me - but |
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I know that you love me |
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So on that note you can take this |
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Me and you be shinin harder then them diamonds on my wrist, |
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M.O.B! [Chorus: Lloyd] [Verse 3: Rich Boy] |
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We can ride in my drop and spend some money on some |
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Fendi You never ask what type of gold diggers try to get me |
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Them hoes are silly, but |
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I pass 'em in the |
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Hemi If a mothafucker touch you - |
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I'm a hit 'em with that semi |
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You down like my nigga, so you know |
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I got yo'back |
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Anybody put they hands on you, |
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I'm a lay 'em flat |
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So spread ya wings baby come on let's fly |
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I'm down with my lady till the day that |
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I die [Verse 4: Trae] |
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Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know no better |
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You say you tired of that shit, then roll with me and it's whatever |
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When in the presence of a gangsta don't worry |
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I got ya And fuck the stress, give me a sec - |
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I'm a get that up out ya |
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So get ya spot |
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I'm on the grind right now |
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I'm prolly less then two seconds away from shine right now |
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You can post up and be the bitch |
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I'm tryna find right now |
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And if you can't see that |
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I'm tha truth baby you blind right now, |
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Yeah [Chorus: Till End] |
