| Drum Dummie
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| CashMoneyAP
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| (Yeah, Young Nigga World)
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| Felipe S
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| Mook got the keys jumpin'
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| I’m gettin' to a check while I’m steppin' on they necks, woah
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| Might need a Patek on my wrist for the time, bro
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| The say, «Oh, my bad» when they see me, I be on go
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| Never lose my cool, I’m too smooth, yeah, it’s gon' show
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| Homework, keep a tool
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| Don’t make the news, just count these blues
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| Remember ridin' around in the Jags, ayy
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| With a couple of killers, please don’t flex, ayy
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| Grew up in the G, I’m with it, ayy (Ooh)
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| Money callin', they stay hatin', bae (They be hatin')
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| Ayy, 'cause they be fakin' when they say, «I love you» (Ooh)
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| I tell 'em, «Don't lie to me» (No, no)
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| No matter if I trust you (Trust)
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| Make one slip and cut 'em up like surgery (Surgery)
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| It don’t take nothin' to keep it real (Real)
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| And I know you won’t ride for me (Ooh)
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| Answer the question, would you die for me? |
| (Ooh)
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| Blue’s Clues or Bonnie and Clyde with me (Me)
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| They say, «Trust the process» (Process)
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| Fightin' for what I want, it’s a protest (Protest)
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| Still the man in middle school, ballin' like gym class
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| Every time I move, pray that I don’t crash
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| Know no fairy tail, gotta make this dream last
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| Gotta make my future better than my past |