Young nigga goin' hard
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Fed ex my dick, coz my bitches live far
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Young pimpin put its mack down
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Bitch from the bay, but my weed came from sack-town
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Rims on the coupe, SS all white
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So you better think twice if you catch me on the night club
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Tripping on me ‘cause my wheeping got tag
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No way, is a hundred bucks cash
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What it is and what it does
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Rimming that pussy like a nigga from low
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No links, cash out, caught it up, show me how to mash up
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Now I’m racked up like a nigga did it on me
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Monday find me in game up in Canada
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Ride it to the switcher right clip it don’t switch it
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So many cars, you’ll think I was a dealer
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And the club gonna run with me
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Still got thirst and my homie got it burning
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And I’m gonna to dissect, drive it so bad
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Pull the corner so hard pop it till the next
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Hey my nigger, don’t try to fuck me
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I told you two times back, I’m looking thirsty
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Bitch, slow down, hey bitch, slow down
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I tell ‘em
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Hey, I’m on the case getting sideways
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Gallow for five on the highway
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You know the nigger said to stay
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On a dallow mission I got a date with decay
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Wide awake 3am, I probably touch down when the sun come in
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When I go to the gate I’m tired as fuck after the 8 hour race
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I come from the land where we swing our cars
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Caught in the dance, completely mars
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Call it pain, super-charge, back to back laced against with the photo court
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I’m ten in size in this luxuries, have a smoke in case you wanna fuck with me
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Money on my mind, ain’t nothing for free, you try to keep up with me but it’s nothing to me
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I tell them
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Slow down, you know you can’t catch me,
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I’m all too fast on gas don’t chase me
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Slow down, slow down
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Slow Down
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| Lil' Bow Wow |
