(Intro)
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1 am in the morning,
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I only know bass in my headphones no nothing
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Just give me the sample,
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There we go
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I’m talkin bout bitches too,
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I love you all baby
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Oh we just batter up
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(Verse)
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Ah, it’s just me and the sample, I wrote this in pajamas
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I wrote this while I’m fucking, think her name is Jenna
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People sleepin on me, fuck you where your standards?
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Oral head for breakfast, my little bitch perfected
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Get that with no protection, I shoot, she intercept it
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See sex is our connection, no love is currently present
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Just play my corner back, I leave her coming back
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Like Dion in the game, I’m bringing my quarterback
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Grab a condo nigga, I’m worth them 7 figures
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So kick o key to pistol and be true with your sister
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She says she love the crew, put 4 G’s on the coupe
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Hurricane Sandy, the rollie flooded too
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See it’s just me and the sample, no 808 survive
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But still I hope on the beat and I murder that bitch, I’m beasting dog
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Flow as hell on earth, RIP to y’all
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You know I murder shit, yellow tape involved
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That’s a true story, crib 2 stars,
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Know some old homies still drinking 40’s,
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Hustlin every morning on that same corner,
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Money the root of evil, turning some to informants, damn
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(Outro)
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Life is such a bitch, all my hoes are thick
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All my whips are on, haters suck a dick
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Shout out to the sample, shout out to them dancers
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Shout out to them exes and this nigga answer
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I be hella styling, foreigns with no mileage
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Samples on refreshin, pistol in my possesion
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Take your bitch and keep er, call that repossesion
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I’ma pour more Siroc, be back in a second
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Just A Sample (Interlude)
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| Ace Hood |
