Slow mode, slow mode
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Slow mode, slow mode
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Uh, riding down, 59, man, I'm thrown with my essay
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My girl, my girl, my dime, my dime, that be my essay
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Just got, just got off the flight, the put up to the heights
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In my essay for some dough, about to get on my flight
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Gotta' bright and clean, got that straight from Arizona
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Shit! The drink, the drink, I got that shit from California!
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Shit! The ride, the ride, oh if you're trying to get 'em key
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Catch a shooter, shooter with some stars grind '
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Yeah susha, get ' a susha
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I'm saying no punta, my pockets Pumba.
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And I'm so manish I may never, never hard to try to do my thing
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When the cars pull up, man, I was slow chocking me an essay!
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Hook:
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I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
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I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
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I'm riding clean with my essay
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And everybody know I got them things for my essay
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And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
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I got a whole bunch of killers with me
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I throw my H town up in the sky
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Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!
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I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
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Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe
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I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
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Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe
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I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
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Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe
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I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
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Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe
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She my essay, my fucking'
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I fuck her so good, she be like, 'can I get the dick home?'
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I know, know, gonna gonna play me
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Picture you with these skinny ass jeans like Patrick Swayze
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I'm blowing, blowing hazy
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Yeah, I'm all up in this dazy
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I'll be like, 'bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay me!'
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I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
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Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
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Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
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Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
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I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
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My essay bitch bitch got the good skin, got a ten
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But shit! I'm the man! I'm on the fucking mic
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She gonna ride dirty, Kush don't pour me out that'.
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Hook:
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I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
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I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
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I'm riding clean with my essay
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And everybody know I got them things for my essay
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And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
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I got a whole bunch of killers with me
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I throw my H town up in the sky
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Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!
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Me and my essay speak'
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See, I told she don't she she don't talk shit
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No, she just let the take play
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No referees around, you better hope you're lucky left day
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And aching ain't the hope, the hope you're right
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Don't let you left play!
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Uh, me' reader
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Me sure to see you
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Now only do your fuck me, but you cooked the best for heaters, uh
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And empanadas and quesadillas
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I'll beat your pussy like piñatas,
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Get your ass a visa, uh!
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That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
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That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
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I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
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That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
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I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
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And if you're real, she gonna fuck us at the same time
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My ' say, don't fuck, don't fuck, don't put me on!
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Hook:
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I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
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I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay
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I'm riding clean with my essay
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And everybody know I got them things for my essay
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And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
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I got a whole bunch of killers with me
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I throw my H town up in the sky
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Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!
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Essay
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| Kirko Bangz |
