| Yeah
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| We on the bus right now, somewhere in Portland, Oregon
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| It’s clear that y’all can hear, yeah
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| When I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, ayy
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| Ayy, when I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, yeah, ayy
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| And she so nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah, ayy
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| And so she nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah, yeah
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| Like we back in high school and fuckin' on them backroads
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| Used to have the Camry and a Tammy and some burnt CDs
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| Jagged Edge and Pretty Rick get her wetter, it seems
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| She be so sweet when we in class, but after school she a freak
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| Passin' everything, but when we meet, don’t mind double Ds
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| Backseat, ass in my lap, and I’m grippin' her weave
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| Next day she let me know what she see in her dreams
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| I just like to be free, ayy, I don’t know what we be
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| When I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, ayy
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| Ayy, when I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, yeah, ayy
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| And she so nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah, ayy
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| And so she nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah
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| Fast forward, can’t even afford a Honda Accord but still on MARTA
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| Pull up on sombody’s daughter, one must make a way from nada
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| Money talks and ain’t got a lot of, so I gotta make it count
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| Might stay a couple nights before I get back on that route
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| And I appreciate the love when I was feeling in doubt
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| And I appreciate the love when I was surfing on couch
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| I tell you all my dreams and how I wanna be free
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| You understand what I see, and you just let me be
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| But when I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, ayy
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| Ayy, when I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, yeah, ayy
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| And she so nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah, ayy
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| And so she nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah
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| I’m grown as hell now and got my own crib, I let her pull up when she feel
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| These days my life is on stilts, my mood be higher than a bill
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| I can feel this shit is real, when I press she be like, «Chill»
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| Even though I own a car, she be tryna steal the wheel
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| And ain’t nobody perfect with some mileage, shit, she still a diamond
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| And don’t be pressin' me when I’m workin', she out there grindin'
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| She got similar dreams and she just wanna be free
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| I understand what she see, and I ain’t gon' press us to be
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| But when I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, ayy
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| Ayy, when I pull up on that ass, B, come outside, yeah, ayy
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| And she so nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah, ayy
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| And so she nasty, man, she let me do the shit in the ride, yeah |