| Ayy
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| We got London On Da Track
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| Ayy
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| Rose gold Rolex, who you are
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| They don’t know, who you are
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| Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
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| Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
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| She get clean like Windex when she want to
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| She the reason nigga’s text when she want to
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| No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
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| Hop out the Benz coupe
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| Fuck me, suck me
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| L-O-V-E, do you love me?
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| In the tubby, poppin' bubbly
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| Smokin' musty, I love me
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| Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
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| Fall deep in love, love, love with me
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| Baby girl come suck me and fuck me
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| Drankin' bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged
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| To the moon, you are
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| Don’t you know who we are?
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| These women know who we are
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| Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
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| When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
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| Actin' like you don’t know who we are, but you do
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| I know you know who she was
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| Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow
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| Roll slow, roll slow, move shit
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| Lick your body while I give you a massage
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| Ain’t talkin' Nicki, I’m 'bout to have a menage-et
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| Trois, on my face, all day
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| Hold up, got a K, 'bout to spray
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| Hold up, bust in her hair, Milky Way
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| Hold up, kick shit, Johnny Cage, yeah
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| Hold up, she the bond like a
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| Hold up, light skate, intake
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| Turnt, outta state, in state
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| Burnt out bitch, stop, ayy
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| You need, yeah, lessons, watch, bae (watch bae)
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| You thinkin', yeah, I’m broke, you need to, awake (fool)
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| A hundred, racks, three, a week (cash)
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| Say love the freaks, I count it, like geeks (yeah)
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| It’s mounted, with tease
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| I ain’t gotta remind these hoes
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| They know who we are
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| Do you know who we are?
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| These women know who we are
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| Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
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| When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
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| Actin' like you don’t know who we are, but you do
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| I know you know who she was
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| Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow
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| Money green like camouflage
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| STD, I’m takin' over your ward
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| Homegirl fine, body smooth and all
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| Planned on havin' more kids than God, damn
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| I draped up her closet, now she look like a Barbie
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| Now my drinks are clean, I fill 'em up with that oil
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| Bumped my self esteem and now I think I’m adored
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| Let me through the door or else I’ll come through the walls (walls)
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| I haven’t slide in days, for you
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| Treatin' myself like I got AIDS for you
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| I ain’t fuck none of these girls like I got AIDS for you, ayy
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| I got nine lives, I’ll blaze for you
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| I’ll set it down in days for you
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| Shawty pubics, shave it
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| Her eyes hazel, too
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| Rose gold Rolex, who you are
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| They don’t know, who you are
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| Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
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| Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
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| She get clean like Windex when she want to
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| She the reason nigga’s text when she want to
|
| No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
|
| Hop out the Benz coupe
|
| Fuck me, suck me
|
| L-O-V-E, do you love me?
|
| In the tubby, poppin' bubbly
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| Smokin' musty, I love me
|
| Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
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| Fall deep in love, love, love with me
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| Baby girl come suck me and fuck me
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| Drankin' bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged |