(Verse)
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I¡¯ma tell you what I don¡¯t like
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Pussy niggas that roll too tight
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All these rappers be prototype
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If a Louis V not that nice
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I¡¯m the type to drive the day
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And cop the night
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You the type, to be fly today
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But then a cop by night
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Don¡¯t act like you know my type
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Aston Martin be low pro, right
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I did the coupes, I got my kids
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I¡¯ma need that photo type
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Bossing up indeed, Louis on that mogul life
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Upgraded from tease, this will be that polo life
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I did the cars, did the cribs, I did it big, even had 2 kids
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First to blog, first to mob,
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In that brand new Murcielag
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Stevinchy be like 10, 20 grand in my right hand
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I ball like a swing man, so I don¡¯t need no wingman
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On my flights, I sky fans,
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Verses I don¡¯t finance
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Fuck your skinny jeans boy
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Fuck you and your tight pants
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iPhone on a iPlan yellow bitch from Iran
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Porsche truck look good as fuck
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I call that big Cayenne
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(Hook x2)
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Start the show, get your focus right
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When that camera flash, I can see the lights
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Here I go, I¡¯m feeling right
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Someone pass the mike then give me the light
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(Verse)
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Niggas mad cuz I hustle, niggas mad cause I hustle
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Don¡¯t be mad at me nigga, cause I got plans like Russel
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Simmons, I need a big fit, everytime I¡¯m at the club sippin
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Got ten G¡¯s in my pocket
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Now that¡¯s a wishful thinkin
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I¡¯m going out, just to show my face
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I¡¯m flexin everyday weekend
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Find a girl that¡¯s hot as fuck, take her home and sex to the weekend
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Weekend, them sheets is wet, don¡¯t call me
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Who¡¯s next, next, yeah I can be an asshole
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But I¡¯m all in 26 sex
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Live it up every night, them camera flashing is bright
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I¡¯m 30000 high, I¡¯m on another flight
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To the east coast, to the east coast
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Bout to have the time of my life
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Hard work keeps paying off, I made music my wife
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I remember when they said
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Sean Brown you never will make it
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The tables turned, and flipped around
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I got your girlfriend naked
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Don¡¯t care bout what he said
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I¡¯m out here chasin these checks
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I¡¯m out here just to be the next rap sensation
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(Hook x2)
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Start the show, get your focus rights
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When that camera flash, I can see the lights
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Here I go, I¡¯m feeling right
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Someone pass the mike then give me the light
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(Verse)
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Warrup y¡¯all, warrup y¡¯all
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My numbers up like John Wall
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I¡¯ma need the light, need the light like Sean Paul
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Don¡¯t deal with fake niggas, yeah you root paul
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I¡¯m sittin on niggas, I need 2 stars, 2 stars!
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All my line is to find a new broad
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That hoe, my money come too long
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I buck too hard
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Swag cold, no fish filee but I¡¯m too raw
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Too raw, you are? Yeah nigga I¡¯m too raw
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What? Fuck I said it, yeah nigga, better call you a medic
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That sweet shit for you diabedics,
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Amber rose, my car won¡¯t let it
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Nah, bitch I¡¯m never gonn sweat it
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Keep on shooting like Jay Jay ready
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Best believe that cake I get it
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Club life, we just more with it
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Just more with it, yeah nigga, we just more with
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I gave you justice, that¡¯s so poetic
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(Hook x2)
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Start the show, get your focus rights
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When that camera flash, I can see the lights
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Here I go, I¡¯m feeling right
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Someone pass the mike then give me the light.
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Give Me The Light
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| Louis V |
