(Chorus x2 - Kandi)
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on
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20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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(Verse 1 - Ali)
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Yo, I'ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps
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Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match
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No poke, no soda, no talkin' back, grabbin' 'em out of college
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I'm wisdom lookin' for knowledge, who got it
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I got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body
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And shakin' ya la-de-da-de, in the party
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Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty
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And if both of y'all together, I'm in the center like Jahadi
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And I like that (Woo), plus the both of y'all so fine
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Why should I bite back (Woo), I'm just waistin' my lines
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And havin' time after time, I'm just speakin' my mind
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It don't matter if I'm in the Range, or the Benz I'ma shine
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Now ask, who that is, walkin' and talkin' that bull stuff
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Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up
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Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go
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Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Let's roll)
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(Chorus x2 - Kandi)
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on
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20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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(Verse 2 - Ali)
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Check, check, well I got no love for losin'
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Never been full of hate, no love for uzi's
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Wahchin' me again and again, like favorite movies
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MC's wit brains, obsessed wit oochie coochie
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(I got more flavor than them, motherfucker)
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You other facts of life acts too (Too)
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No but, no drink, I gets very moody
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I guess that why, I'm in love wit Bud just like brew
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Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like Shakur
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What's in store, I'ma let jet like Acu-ra
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Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the Camadors
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See I'm your, Lunatic for hire
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A ??? will call them MC's out like a bad umpire (You're outta here)
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I snap neck, like a T roll before we retire
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Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar
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Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go
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Out the do', to the ride, and just roll
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(Chorus x2 - Kandi)
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on
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20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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(Verse 3 - Ali)
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Now for real, I be to break 'em off
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Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper
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Think he like papa, when I drop her
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Lyin' on that ass now we fuckin' 'til the beat don't stop her
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Could it be I move too smooth, groove
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That'll make the whole party move
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Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try
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Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a glock
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My crew stand up, y'all crew catch rounds
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Desert Eg, 4 pound, it's got to, go down
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Should I sweat that, hell naw I'm gon' go
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Out the do', to the ride, and just roll
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(Kandi w/ Ali talking in background)
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Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin'
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St. Lunatics, keep rollin'
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(Chorus x2 - Kandi)
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Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on
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20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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Oh, Ali
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Drop Top
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