You thought you were the only one balling
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You thought you were the only one slow at that
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You thought you were the only one pimping
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In the VI with the broads and their ass out
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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Now I apply pressure, yes sir, gold on my dresser
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Effortlessly perfecting this pimping to the neck up
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And with it I could wrestle any pro into a pretzel
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Figure four, she figure more dick might destroy her vessel
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For most none the lesser, it's high, judge my work
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'Cause the last time I tripped over pussy was probably at my birth
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And the last time I didn't pop my trunk was probably at my church
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But as soon as I left the parking lot I maxed it out till it bursts
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Wood reign my wheel, princess cut my grill
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Butterfly in my state, tripping out, on chill
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Do it how I feel 'cause doing what you love won't hurt you
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Plus they all say they could never understand the complexity of my story
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Or the dynamics of a drunker, or the inner workings of a squirter
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It's like chemistry with this Codeine, to pour a cup when purple
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Three more times it's a charm, bad bitch on my arm
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Come and go as I please, whole world in my palm
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You thought you were the only one balling
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You thought you were the only one slow at that
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You thought you were the only one pimping
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In the VI with the broads and their ass out
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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Chocolate chip cookies on my tray, true stoner
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I get high just as sure as the sun come up to light up the day
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A real boss up in the game, don't have to pay to play
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We burning down, come smoke a pound, I'm just a flight away
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Earn the right to say I'm rich off what I write today
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And stick it to my G's like a microwave
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Broke niggas, they don't like us, they don't wanna fight
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Shut out the mask 'cause you can never ride the wave with me, I got the title
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OJ kush in my joint, boo, all my niggas on point
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Rider rapping that gang, TGO become joint
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You niggas do a show there and get no love
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I sell 100, 000 tickets when I show up
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They say the game done changed, what that mean you need to change, too
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And stop with all that fucking hating 'cause that's what motherfucker lames do
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You thought you were the only one balling
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You thought you were the only one slow at that
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You thought you were the only one pimping
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In the VI with the broads and their ass out
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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I'm the only nigga getting money, got it down to a science
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Big nigga, bank teller, think I play for the Giants
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Death fresh walk by and get a moment of silence
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Don't be mad because we living, dog, be mad at the Mayans
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Ride and decide in live Maine or Pecking
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Who said hustlers can't be king?
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Wrists got crowns on them, bad hoes as bees sting
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Mister slide the first day, instant upgrade
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Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims
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Very rare my kicks these petty cash I'm spending
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With the rich folks 'bout to blend in, got an obsession for this game, 'lemon
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Gangster, hustler, shit, I lead it, keep these niggas heated
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I don't do reservations, I walk in and get seated
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Best believe it, these Harlem kids the meanest,
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Trippy stick and at the table smelling smoke, but they don't see it, nigga
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You thought you were the only one balling
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You thought you were the only one slow at that
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You thought you were the only one pimping
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In the VI with the broads and their ass out
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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You thought you were the only one, no, player
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Only One
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| Big K.R.I.T. |
