ft. Boldy James
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They saying what's good 'cause they can't see it on my damn face
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Hit the club sick 'cause I got too much on my plate
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She sweet as baked goods, got me asking on a plantation
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No, you ain't a show but just pop it for my man's sake
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I'm thirsty
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Ain't gotta tell me what that Andre doing
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We just got my nigga back so we gonna probably pop a few
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Never trust a broke chick and hits off my pocket, too
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I show out to the show-out, get applause and then we make a move
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Living inside Coronas, getting well roasted, ducking cops
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Different day, different dome, but the same problem
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You try to be cool like it ain't about you and you say
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You got wings that's fly
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But I know you lying 'cause we in the streets, never seen you run
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No worry, Shirley, I handle mine
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It's like a fifth not big enough but I don't really care 'cause I'm showing love
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Now the pretty bad girls wanna give hugs
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Two turn, two turn, don't need a plug
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Too faded, I'mma go, don't need drugs
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Light years away, now I got buzz, got sand for portions, that's too much
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Do working stuff so I move clutch, that's too funny
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You say you got wings that's fly
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But who do they belong to?
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You saying that you know the game life
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But is it what you want, too?
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Who you fooling?
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Bitch, we saying where we going
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Who you fooling?
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Bitch, we saying where we going
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Who you fooling?
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Keep controlling, keep it moving
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Who you fooling?
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Keep controlling, keep it moving
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Can't sleep but I wanna drink
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Girls dance like they wanna bring
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I need to breathe, inhale like where heaven at
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Get high 'cause I need a laugh
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You wanna drag? Conversing with the walls and my draws pissed, dog
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'Cause my body won't let me drift off
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They arrived in my sleep 'cause I'm reading tweets bars
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Like I care about your interview
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Baptizing the hand like a sinner do
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Good kid, mad lit, that's a swimming pool
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Need a break every sip, that's a minute loose
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Take shots 'cause we bullet-proof
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I'm living invincible, feeling like I've been here before
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Counting black sheep as my brain freeze
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Letting my thoughts turn fictional
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Where the culture at? Bumping Kanye on a cul-de-sac
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No one ever said I was cold in rap
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Till I took a little break, then I wanted back
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Lose sleep while I chase dreams, lacto but I make cream
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Rap wave like I'm waist deep, too hazy, I can't see
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Eyes closed, baby, search deep, please
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You say you got wings that's fly
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You say you got wings
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You saying that you know the game life
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But is it what you want, too?
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Who you fooling?
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Bitch, we saying where we going
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Who you fooling?
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Bitch, we saying where we going
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Who you fooling?
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Keep controlling, keep it moving
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Who you fooling?
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Keep controlling, keep it moving
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You tryna hold on to something that is so gone for so long
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You still in doubt tryna figure out where did you go wrong
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But the show must go on
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So fuck all of you big riders who know I been a big-timer
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So yeah, I get my roll on, my Sprite look kinda muddy
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That cookie is my color, my sight set on that money
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That pussy getting prolonged so why you on that one trip tryna find out what your hoe on
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Smoking on that one shit that be fucking up the ozone
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Running on the west side, you can catch me trapping dolo
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And I hope they got my good side when the Feds be snapping photos
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I'm tracking, Han Solo, hunch-backing, Quasimodo
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You can't avoid me, Dorothy, can't go back to Kansas, Toto
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This star status, bro, bro
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That mean I got Benz on the four, you a friend or a foe?
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All I do is this, know our people don't dance and we ain't never running out of weed
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While you niggas going half on an O
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That's why you was running your mouth, bitch nigga, I just ran through a boat
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With the love, let's get it
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You say you got wings that's fly
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But who do they belong to?
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You saying that you know the game life
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But is it what you want, too?
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Who you fooling?
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Who you fooling?
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Who you fooling?
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Keep controlling, keep it moving
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SC 2014
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| Pell |
