(Intro)
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Alright
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Deuce!
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This the way I go
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Deuce!
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(Hook x2)
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Bounce rock, roller-skating
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Dippin in the Benz, paid paper chasin nigga
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Hard liquor my cup, with a J rolled
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Get money, I¡¯mma never let a day go
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(Verse)
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Bust it open on the first night, she was all of that
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And if a nigga found out he¡¯d have a heart attack
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Drama kill get in her face stuntin, what you call that?
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Pull up in her route, fuck around and bring the straw back
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I mean Imperial the rodeo
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Get the word out when the bird out
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Hit the cat one time fore I turned out
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We keep it relit, blow until it burn out
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Yea, I said I¡¯m higher than a motherfucker
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In my phone you are a voice, burned rubber
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Hit the gas one time and I¡¯m out
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5-50 but the watch cost a album
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(Hook x2)
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Bounce rock, roller-skating
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Dippin in the Benz, paid paper chasin nigga
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Hard liquor my cup, with a J rolled
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Get money, I¡¯mma never let a day go
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(Verse)
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Lil benzo, dippin down sunset
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Crib studio, label me a suspect
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Diamonds in the chain look fountain blue
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Hit the stage through my pain, got the house of blues
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Scoop next door, yea right up at modria
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Get into the room, turn that molly on
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Mix it up with Ciroc, red bottom
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Told we take it all off except the red bottom
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Doped up, that band kickin in
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I¡¯m thinkin she ready to get it in
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Wake up in the morning, hit the mall, get fresh
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If I don¡¯t do nothing, I¡¯m a boss, fresh
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(Hook x4)
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Bounce rock, roller-skating
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Dippin in the Benz, paid paper chasin nigga
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Hard liquor my cup, with a J rolled
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Get money, I¡¯mma never let a day go
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Deuce!
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Bounce Rock
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2Eleven |