| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I might slip, I don’t fall, if I slip, I might crawl
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| I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip, I got sauce
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| If she dip, that bitch loss, I don’t trip, I’m a boss
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| I might slip, I don’t fall, I just drip, I got sauce
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| Way, way, way, way, riding 'round town on Sunset (True)
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| Cali weed loud like Funk Flex (Funk Flex)
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| Road trips, low drip, don’t rush shit (No)
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| No bitch-ass niggas, no fuck shit (No)
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| No, no, fuck shit, get chin-checked (Yeah)
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| Treat a queen like a queen, don’t give a bitch shit (No)
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| New whip, shit crawl like insects (Insects)
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| Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, gang fishnet (Fishnet)
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| Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, more problems (Problems)
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| Came, then a nigga left, Obama (Obama)
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| Lame bitches get blocked, O-lineman (O-lineman)
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| Top called, nigga, that ain’t no problem (No, no)
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| Nice smile, they assume I’m such a nice guy (True)
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| Bougie nigga, first class on the flight time (Ah)
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| Bougie nigga, fuck a bitch from the right side (True)
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| Tell her, «If she got a friend, then I might slide"(Slide)
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| Tell her that I need a friend a nigga could show off
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| She ain’t got goals, then, nigga, I’m so lost
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| I done fell in love from fucking some hoes raw (Yeah)
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| I done fell in love while getting some hoes off (Oh)
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| I done fell in love while doing some hoes ign’ant (Oh)
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| X called a nigga, I don’t listen
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| First-class, I steer it in my pigment
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| Had to work to get it to roll different, yeah
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| I’m 'bout to slip (Yuh), I don’t fall (Yuh), if I slip, I might crawl
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| I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip, I got sauce (Way, way, way, way)
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| If she dip, that bitch loss, I don’t trip, I’m a boss (Yuh)
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| I might slip, I don’t fall (Yuh), I just drip, I got sauce
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| Who got the sauce? |
| Who got the sauce, huh?
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| Whip the rock with the Voss, yuh
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| Hit the block, chip the bars, yuh
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| Catch a P, Randy Moss, yuh
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| I don’t rock with the police none
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| Don’t ditch the Glock when the police come
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| They gon' shoot a nigga anyway (Oww)
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| Any day of the week
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| Ain’t a 'woofer, man, he whoopin' his feet on the concrete
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| With my dawgs and the stick like a bomb suite
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| Cooking up, better duck like a confit
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| 'Cause it’s on me
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| Ain’t a nigga living ever have to warn me
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| I was ready-ready, with the macaroni
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| Turn him into Makaveli, we be stackin' fetti (Yeah)
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| I don’t ever wanna be a broke boy no more
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| Sold-out merch, sold-out tour
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| Mount Rushmore for the real ones, yeah
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| All my homies done killed some, yeah (Ayy)
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| All my hommys done fucked time (That scale)
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| Some got dope, gangin' all night (We the homies, nigga)
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| Some escape, but we don’t respect it
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| I’m so invested and so protected
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| We live corrections, all uncorrected
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| Snuck the FN in undetected
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| I might slip, I don’t fall, if I slip, I might crawl
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| I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip, I got sauce
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| If she dip, that bitch loss, I don’t trip, I’m a boss
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| I might slip, I don’t fall, I just drip, I got sauce |