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Tonalità: F# minor
Intro 1
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Lil'
Verse 1
Wet don't got no keys,
I press the start and hit the gas and go
She just wanna fuck with me,
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I hit that ass, she drop it low
Drop a bag, I spend a fee,
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the opps, really wanna know
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Is he really cashing out
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or is that young nigga broke?
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Fuck with me, you can't get robbed,
you can't get poked
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I just walked inside the club
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and I was dancing with my bro
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I don't really trust nobody,
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I can never trust a soul
I walk in, I'm poppin' tags,
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which one, any money, moe
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Oh yeah, oh yeah, we ballin'
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Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, she callin'
These niggas, they broke,
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walk in, they stallin'
I got the bag, I spend it, I ballin'
Yeah, niggas know that I'm all in
Walk in, I'm spendin' the bag
Lil' shawty, she know I'm glad
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Walk in, I'm makin' her mad
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I was makin' these broke niggas sad
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I ain't even wanna do nothing
And I'm really fuckin' on this ting
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And she know I got big dreams
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Walk in and I'm sippin' on lean
Mix the ice with the cream
Yeah, we do not fuck with the opps
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We puttin' them niggas on Fox
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I put the boys in the box
I do not know who you are
I really rock out with guitars
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I really do hang with the stars, yeah
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Okay, my car is fast
I see you, I'm swervin',
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I'm drivin', I crash
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These niggas be hatin', I'm on my last
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I see you, I'm comin', I runnin', I blast
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So I don't got no keys,
I press the start and hit the gas and go
She just wanna fuck with me,
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I hit that ass, she drop it low
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Drop a bag, I spin the feet, the opps,
they really wanna know
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Is he really cashin' out
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or is that young nigga broke?
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Fuck with me, you can't get robbed,
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you can't get poked
I just walked inside the club
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and I was dancin' with my po
I don't really trust nobody,
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I can never trust a smoke
I walk in, I'm poppin' tags,
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which one any money more?
me minute, I had to go get a minute
I had to take me a minute,
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I had to take me a pill
I'm high, she know what I do,
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I do any shit for the thrill
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I really don't get no chills,
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I really got houses on hills
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I really be chillin' with Bill
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I had to go get it,
we sellin' whole midgets
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I tell him don't fidget,
I'm really trippin' in here
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You cannot come in here,
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we shootin' like John Deere
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We do not show no fear,
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we do not trust anybody
I'm feelin' like John Gotti,
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I had to get out of there
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Cause I know these
n****s will stop me,
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I'm droppin' a holla wasabi
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Flexed up, I stomp my posse,
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lil' shawty got lips on glossy
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And she sent me up in the lobby, yeah
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It's a lot of weed to roll up
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Why you askin' questions,
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shawty, I just wanna fuck
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Got a lot of money, n***a,
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you can't add it up
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What is trust?
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Give that little b***h some dust
Do what? Don't got no keys
I purse and store to hit the gas and go
She just wanna f*** with me
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I hit that ass, she drop it low
Drop a bag,
I spend to feed the opps
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They really wanna know
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Is he really cashin' out
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Or is that young n***a broke?
F*** with me,
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you can 't get robbed
You can't get poked
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I just walked inside the club
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And I was dancin' with my pole
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I don't really trust nobody
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I can never trust a soul
I walk in, I'm poppin' tags,
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which one, any money,
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