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Riding through the city with the loot Been a minute I been in for you Bottles up, toast in the room To celebrate the keys I'ma hold Ven aqui, ven aqui number one Brown-eyed girl maybe number one Caught feelings now She ain't know the rule Hanging out the window Pour the rum up for you In a sense, I was dying for you If I leave, that's less lying to you, babe In the front, got the trunk with the juice I got the juice, I would slay a demon for you, eh The life done got me and my niggas up Every night, drugs different liquor Champagne, toast to the pictures, yeah Fast life, caught it on video (Chopped vocal sample) I've been on the road so much ain't close to you babe I just party late somewhere ocean lit Too many hoes in there man Can't find my keys right now Yeah I be on the road Yeah I been on the low Yeah, probably speeding Yeah I been on the road Either way it goes down Sooner or later, slow it down It's the last call We forever young It's the last call We forever young
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