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You know, I feel you, baby.
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If you go French tripping and you say it ain't so
Bring it to the club and she might get stolen.
Take a few words, been a real player? No.
You're feeling your swag, watch a real player go
I got a big body bands in my back seat screen,
Bring a couple friends for the rest of my team.
Talk, not stutter, ‘cause we're all getting green,
I'm talking that drop if you know what I mean.
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I bet a hundred grants I be taking her home,
Put it in my hand, let me get in my zone.
I ain't worry about the man, probably waiting by the phone
While this girl's getting buzzed off a bottle of Patrone.
I ain't usually whiling like this, I know it ain't right but nothing's gonna stop me.
You're right in the cannom and she giving get gone,
I'm rolling up the trails, will you about to get thrown.
Let me get that
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