Picture me rollin’, she look me in my eyes
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So she chose to sit in pretty
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In traffic baby, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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My emotions are spinnin’
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Wasn’t fuckin’ with me in the beginnin’
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Now it’s nigga fuck youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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She told me one day ‘baby, you need to settle’
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And then I told ‘er ‘finally a chick that’s on my level’
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Bring it out national, pushin’ on these pedals
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Couple viables, couple bottles, ice all in this bezel
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Niggas talkin’, bitches talkin’, actually this a devil but she
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She got that body yatta yatta like she’s perfect, talk a cup
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Got a lot of sex from how fast the car goes
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Two dough machines, we fill ‘em up with real star hoes
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Million dollar flows, ain’t no business for these floors
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How ‘bout a lamb? A couple grams
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A gold Ben. How ‘bout a Porsche?
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Brace yourself for my next channel
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You would think I threw the ally ups in the Metz game
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I’m killin’ this thing
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Picture me rollin’, she look me in my eyes
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So she chose to sit in pretty
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In traffic baby, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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My emotions are spinnin’
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Wasn’t fuckin’ with me in the beginnin’
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Now it’s nigga fuck youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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(Nah bitches, fuck you. Picture me rollin’)
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I’ve been around the world like Lisa Stansfield
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Ya ya ya, vilas that had girls at the stand still
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Name a bitch, I could tell you how the sand feel
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But she was ill 3 grand on the damn Hills
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Champagne to chill, 3 grand for the damn bill
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Trill, spend a few grand on the damn wheel
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At the roof, doin’ porches like we doin’ abs
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I had the coop doin’ laundry shootin’ through the ab
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Count a hundred, all hundreds in a Louis bag
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And these fuckers don’t want it cuz I do it bad
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(Micah) No Mike, number four mice
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One day full, twice as high
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Boys a cold sight fucker
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Picture me rollin’, she look me in my eyes
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So she chose to sit in pretty
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In traffic baby, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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My emotions are spinnin’
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Wasn’t fuckin’ with me in the beginnin’
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Now it’s nigga fuck youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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Imma see her again
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I ain’t really tryin’ to be her friend
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I’m puttin’ this world to get her pussy changed
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Tell ‘em hatin’ ass niggas stay the fuck about your lane uh
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Couldn’t take the cheatin’ so she did the run off
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Fuck you bitch, go to hell, eat a dick with one ball
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Last time I check your ass, told it to the numb jaw
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Then turn it beige like white skin with the sun off
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Revolver spinnin’ like the wheel of fortune
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And this fish here was shit, had to kill a dolphin
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Decorators blight, candles and tape upon them
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Get his shoe size, I hope you got the right nigga for ‘em
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Picture me rollin’, she look me in my eyes
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So she chose to sit in pretty
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In traffic baby, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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My emotions are spinnin’
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Wasn’t fuckin’ with me in the beginnin’
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Now it’s nigga fuck youu
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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Youu
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| Jim Jones |
