| We never argue
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| We never argue
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| My lil' rider
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| Uh
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| We never argue, I be in motion, soon as I’m free, I’ma call you
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| When I was broke I couldn’t get next to you
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| Now it’s a dub for the walk through
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| That’s twenty thousand
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| She say I’m childish
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| I got the Range with no mileage
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| They think I got me a stylist
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| We walk up in Gucci we wildin'
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| I’m tryna fuck on an island
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| I’m tryna match up our diamonds
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| She see me on TV, she smiling
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| We always on FaceTime, we bonding
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| I just want her in Chanel fits
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| I told her come out on the road with me
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| Don’t be believing them pictures, she told me I always got too many hoes with me
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| If you wanna put on my chain, you might as well come out and stand in the cold
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| with me
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| Hittas every where I go, when I’m in Miami, know I got them Zoes with me
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| Gabe got me with a froze pinkie, all she wanna smoke is big dope
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| Remember ridin' on a 10 speed, now I’m in a condo with 10 hoes
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| I told my mama, «Let her rent go,"the fuck you think I’m going in for
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| I’m in these streets with these other hoes, you was mine trust I would’ve been
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| home
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| I just want you feelin' comfortable, all these other niggas wanted you
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| I see that ass from infront of you, you talkin' bitches I be done for you
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| We never argue, I be in motion, soon as I’m free, I’ma call you
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| When I was broke I couldn’t get next to you
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| Now it’s a dub for the walk through
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| That’s twenty thousand
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| She say I’m childish
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| I got the Rov' with no mileage
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| They think I got me a stylist
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| We walk up in Gucci we wildin'
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| We never argue, I be in motion, soon as I’m free, I’ma call you
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| When I was broke I couldn’t get next to you
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| Now it’s a dub for the walk through
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| That’s twenty thousand
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| She say I’m childish
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| I got that foreign no mileage
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| They think I got me a stylist
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| We walk up in Louis we wildin'
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| I done did bad, know I got a past, I think I was living too fast, boo
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| I know you mad, the money came fast, they staring at me when I pass thru
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| I got a bag and you got a bag, you get me right out of a bad mood
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| You do anything that I ask you, just wanna know if I could have you
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| A nigga that’s gon' harass you
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| You smell the kush on me soon as I pass you
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| You like it rough, I can tell when I grab you
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| Bentley truck with a blunt and I’m gassin'
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| So bad, she don’t have to speak
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| It ain’t fashion week but she killin' her fit
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| Get up in it, I be killin' the shit
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| Got me thinkin' how I’m livin' and shit
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| Got me thinkin' why I deal with these chicks
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| She the type I want some memories with
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| Everyday I’m watching Benjamins flip
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| Something 'bout her make my energy switch
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| Living life that my enemies wish
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| We 'bout to link up, make this interview quick
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| On my body, but we still in the whip
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| I’m in a rush, I got millions to get
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| Smoke a blunt, call my loc up, like, «Cause, you think she could deal with kids?
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| He said, «Yo cause, really feelin' this chick»
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| Fuck all that, I’m bout to chill with my bitch
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| I’m in the studio, she in the covers
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| She cook me a dinner, I bought me some rubbers
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| Probably record 'till like 5 in the morning
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| I come home and eat it like I ain’t had nothin'
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| I ain’t had nothin' that had me like this
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| She look me right in my eyes when we kiss
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| Listening to Biggie, just me and my bitch
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| I’m 'bout to get busy, I’m back on my shit
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| I ain’t had nothing that had me like this
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| Bend it over, have her runnin' and shit
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| Listening to Biggie just me and my bitch
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| I’m bout to get busy, I’m back on my shit
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| We never argue
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| I be in motion, soon as I’m free, I’ma call you
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| When I was broke I couldn’t get next to you
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| Now it’s a dub for the walk through
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| That’s twenty thousand
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| She say I’m childish
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| I got the Rov' with no mileage
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| They think I got me a stylist
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| We walk up in Gucci we wildin'
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| We never argue
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| I be in motion, soon as I’m free, I’ma call you
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| When I was broke I couldn’t get next to you
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| Now it’s a dub for the walk through
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| That’s twenty thousand
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| She say I’m childish
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| I got that foreign no mileage
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| They think I got me a stylist
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| We walk up in Louis we wildin' |