Better than you rappers,
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It ain't click huh?
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You still hate me baby
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And you can't quit huh?
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I'm a go & body this,
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It's what I do.
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B.O.Dubb all day,
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And night time to
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I handle B.I., B.I.
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Get the business,
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Baby make the call
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And if you're talking too much here,
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Then we gon take it off.
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I tell em if I pull it out,
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You gotta take it all
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I do it like this,
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Cause I ain't finna play with y'all.
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Back it up and then dump it,
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I'm a pick it up then stick it.
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If you drop it down and spread it,
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I'm a take it down and lick it.
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After that, be quiet,
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Don't Twitter-talk, no mentions.
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You ask me what I'm doing?
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Riding around and I'm gettin it, Uh
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That's how you feel, Oktane that's how you feel?
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I tell the girl yes and then I jump behind the wheel
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So enjoy it, Love it uh
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Just know that we live it
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You rap about it, talk about it.
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Just know that we get it
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I say my name, shake her hand
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She give me the digits.
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So understand I been the man,
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I drink for a living.
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And from the club where ladies shaking,
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And nothings forbidden.
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The B.O.Dubb what brodies repping
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And nothings forgiven.
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So all the brodies, stand up
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This one for you
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And my city, I.E.
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Yeah this for you too
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So from hearts that I broke,
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And the feelings that I hurt.
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All the way down to the logo on my shirt,
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BOW nigga, wassup
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Now she want a photo
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IE to NoHo
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I hit it, girl be quiet
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Don't be talkin,
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That's the bro code
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And we bout it e'erday,
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E'erday, e'erday.
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Half an hour, then we shower
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Baby we ain't tryna lay
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E'erday, e'erday.
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Don't care what your man say,
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You ain't with it?
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Baby get up out my way
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Bro code, Wassup
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One time better yet, two times
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Even side reppin
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Pinkie-Thumbin for the deuceline
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Only date models and dimes
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But we don't do nines...
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I keep her on her knees like a shoe shine
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When I leave,
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That's when your girlfriends cries
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And I don't even wanna tell you
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What your girlfriend tries
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Behind closed doors, she say she don't
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Your girlfriend lie
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I'm out here thuggin wide open
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Like your girlfriend thighs, ha
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They mad, cause they lame...
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I brought my team with me, away game
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Yeah, forget a beach,
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You looking at a cash leecher.
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Lil niggas want problems?
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Well meet the math teacher, huh
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Got my brodies from back and on the side of me
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Try the G and we riding deep,
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Riding deep till we finally meet,
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Try to speak, I'm a slide yo cheek
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Take your girl and play hide and seek
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After you get done riding me,
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Baby please don't say hi to me!
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In other words I duck 'em and dodge 'em
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If money talks, then yours has a stuttering problem
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You niggas is all trash waiting on the truck
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Oh, you mad? Line it up,
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Like you waiting on the bus, ha
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I see the money and I gotta
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Grab it
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B.O.Dubb the future
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While I magic
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Go against them boys and it will be tragic.
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Wanna kill the cat,
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I bend it over and stab it
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Yeah I beat the beat,
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And I ain't learning any drama.
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Cup full of brown,
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I'm barely turning 21
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But I stay fresh,
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And I'm sharper than a needle.
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Shouts to G-Mar, Double oSo,
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Very nice, Che, Rory, Ceedo
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Boy, that's the team,
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I just gotta name a few.
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And I do it for the toe
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Like the bottom of the pool
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BOW
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Now she want a photo
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IE to NoHo
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I hit it, girl be quiet
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Don't be talkin,
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That's the bro code
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And we bout it e'erday,
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E'erday, e'erday.
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Half an hour, then we shower
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Baby we ain't tryna lay
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E'erday, e'erday.
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Don't care what your man say,
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You ain't with it?
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Baby get up out my way
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Bro code, Wassup
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Bro code, Wassup
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Bro code, Wassup
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Bro Code (The Motto Freestyle)
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