[Berner:]
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Bust a couple bands
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Blow a 100 fast
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I just made a hundred off of 50 pay
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Where them bad Asian bitches holdin down my city at?
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Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?
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Round thing, yeah I'm on that loud thang
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Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang!
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Yeah, I'm a stunna, nah, I ain't Baby tho
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Young dude with the lazy flow
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Watch all these ladies go
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Crazy when I pull up right beside em
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I do a buck 30, I'm just into flying
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I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I'm lighting
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Bucket's full of ice and bottles on fire inside em
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[Hook:]
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Call em Yoko Ono
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Only ride solo
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Mission for the dolo
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One look in her eyes, she'll eat you alive
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She's a man eater, ski mask diva
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She might up 'n leave you, but you can never leave her
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You ain't never had someone, you can never keep her
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Tricking on the next man, he can't have her either...
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I Call her Yoko Ono
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[Chris Brown:]
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Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes
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On vacation steady bakin with Jamaican hoes
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I got cash boy, I don't care what you makin ho
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50 thousand on my wrist: I'm feedin eskimos
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Damn! Put VA on this shit
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Buy 100 fuckin bottles, let em spray in this bitch
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My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch
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And you know I kill songs, it's Burner, CB & Wiz
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Alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I'm on nigga
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15 grand on a what, That's just my phone, nigga
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Northern California, where blunts look like cones, nigga
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Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah
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[Hook:]
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Call em Yoko Ono
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Only ride solo
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Mission for the dolo
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One look in her eyes, she'll eat you alive
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She's a man eater, ski mask diva
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She might leave you, but you can never leave her
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You ain't never had someone, you can never keep her
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Tricking on the next man, he can't have her either...
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Call her Yoko Ono
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[Wiz Khalifa:]
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Shades on, Polo white T
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Me leaving here alone? That's unlikely
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Not a stoner bitch, but she like me
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Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee
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I jack them hoes, direct them hoes
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Take 'em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies
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They're popping pills, I'm rolling weed
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Even got a couple bad bitches overseas
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Out the back, as ain't no tags when I'm shopping
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And my bad filled with options so don't ask what it cost
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I'm in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost 'em
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And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us
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Ah! Killing y'all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin
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[Hook:]
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Call em Yoko Ono
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Only ride solo
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Mission for the dolo
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One look in her eyes, she'll eat you alive
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She's a man eater, ski mask diva
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She might up 'n leave you, but you can never leave her
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You ain't never had someone, you can never keep her
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Tricking on the next man, he can't have her either...
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I Call her Yoko Ono
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[Big K.R.I.T:]
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She should like that, kush it up and write back
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When you send her messages talkin' bout a nightcap
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She tell you she like rap
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You tell her you might rap
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She pretend your shit jammin', really you quite wack
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She just want a nice bag, wrist game, ice pack
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Prada clutch, price tag
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What you spend? twice that
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Put her in the game cause you hoping she'll hype that
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So you can go along, OD, catch a spike that
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You can never wife that
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Never ever pipe that
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Good enough to make her settle down
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She ain't like that
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Punch a nigga in the mouth, dare a nigga fight back
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Roll a nigga weed up and ask him where the light at
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[Hook:]
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Call em Yoko Ono
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Only ride solo
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Mission for the dolo
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One look in her eyes, she'll eat you alive
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She's a man eater, ski mask diva
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She might up 'n leave you, but you can never leave her
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You ain't never had someone, you can never keep her
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Tricking on the next man, he can't have her either...
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I Call her Yoko Ono
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Yoko
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Berner |