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Aww Aww Aww Yeah Yeah Aww Aww Aww Yeah Yeah Playa for real, playa for real Yeah! Speeding 110 under the influence I can't lie I been using I can't lie she been choosing Sing to it ima buss you down if you fuck it up Put the Porsche in sport mode almost fucked it up We gone make a 100 million tryna run it up Cant compare me to a soul I'm one of one Take a bad bitch to brunch Niggas still hating super gay that's out They brought rakes in the club through a pile Eating good and waitress speak Italian off limitation now I'm tryna take a bitch to Maui I don't do the fake love I can live without it I just seen drakes crib I'm tryna build a palace Residuals keep it code, my people eat Never tell a soul Dodging Rico I heard a beep Talking on the phone, don't do it I seen the pain in his eyes when they hit em time We tryna live not survive Stuffing fat racks in these tight jeans I told jay he gotta slow down on the lean I can't slow down I'm 7 years from 30 Put the bitch in sport mode gotta work it Take her home hit on the rug Persian Make a way for my niggas like a lineman While he dissing I be thumbing through commas Singing to his bitch frankly lymon Ass super fat get a grip on it Got her waist snatched Im tryna get on it Niggas crying over losses throwing fits homie If you a boss show your hustle get rich on em Big ass bag taking trips on em Speeding 110 under the influence I can't lie I been using I can't lie she been choosing Sing to it ima buss you down if you fuck it up Put the Porsche in sport mode almost fucked it up We gone make a 100 million tryna run it up Cant compare me to a soul I'm one of one Take a bad bitch to brunch
Writer(s): Ernest Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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