(Intro)
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The only thing on scene I'd like to put an amend down
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Perhaps a little more room here for the vixens
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Know what I'm talkin' bout? Uh, we're gonna have lot of vixens?
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So many fucking vixens up in this motherfucker
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This shit's gonna go through the roof
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Damn, I'm shitting gold these days
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(Verse)
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Yeah, I'm the big in my city, they big, so haters,
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They pro'ly can't stand me
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Should have been ported the upper the way that I'm playing my venom
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This hood ain't my seat kinda break for me, fuck it!
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I table the tenum
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Face dropping nigga, the power, the streets, or the radio banner
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I'm looking for something to surf on tonight,
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With a body so vicious
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If she not fuckin I tell her get lost
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And I send her the worst of my wishes
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I'm hoping my niggas get dinna, we eat
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We ain't talkin' bout dishes
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Fuck with my money, I'm pressing your head, do the rest to these bitches
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(Hook)
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Nigga, we made it
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Tryna keep down on the whip
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Cause the people find out,
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We gon' pro'ly get raided
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Find me a tutor,
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He gave us work to the point
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All essential (?) us
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She just have a mask on
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Something amazing
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You would think that she fresh
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Out the college
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Shout out to Drizzy and Libbyo
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And this chick that I just got from Tokyo
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We Made It Freestyle
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| Trae |
