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Turn me up\nMight wanna turn that up\nEastside for good luck\nCandy canes, peppermint swirls in the rain\nThat girl outside the game, hustlin' without a main\nRenegade, she gettin paid\nShe got wrapped up in my ways that made her change hers\nShe know it make sense, to help me take over the world\nI’m not a selfish leader, I see the good in people\nYou need me like I need you, them other fools beneath you\nDon’t sully your image, by fuckin' with niggas\nSucka definition, description fit em'\nThe prescription was written, in scribble scratch\nGarage like a skittle pack, bruh what color Bentley is that\nAw man\nShe was a devil in a red Vette, Crafted by God’s hands\nPosin' like a trophy, golden Grammy on my nightstand\nAs she rolled me, I checked my Rollie\nShowered up, I’m in my Rolls, I’m jammin' the homie Boldy\nMy dawg be droppin' cuts\nI don’t ride to myself, but I make some nice stuff\nI listen to my friends, or I jam some oldies\nYou’d know that if you really know me\nThe way you think you know me\nI roll slowly, but I’m up fo' surely\nThey can’t do nothin' with me, Fools ain’t got nothin' fo' me\nRed sauce and Rigatoni, White wine let us write until the mornin'\nShe callin' cuz she want me\nTest her patience, have her waitin' for me\nTried to split, but she can’t get off me\nMornin' coffee strong, long nights, under the stars talkin\nKing of New York, I’m like Christopher Walken\nBut I’m from New Orleans\nEastside, outside, all in\nThey think they like I\nQuite appallin'