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Yeah Woah, yeah Yeah Woah, yeah Yeah Woah, yeah Yeah Woah, yeah I be trying my best Niggas gon' hate on me anyway When I walk, I'ma step on they neck Yeah, I'm walking right over to my way 'Bout it when I'm running to the check Now I got it, now they tryna act buddy-buddy 'Cause they see that I'm next But I don't do friends at all It's just me and my dawgs in this bitch And for them, I'ma give it my all I'm just having my fun with this shit And they watching me shine like the star Now we hop in these big body whips No, this shit not a regular car I'm just doing me, way out the mix And I be stacking up all my chips Got my own problems that I can't fix So I do not need yours on my dish Finna fuck up that game for my kid Stepping out in these designer kicks Blow a bag on a designer fit Now I'm hot, they ain't ready for this Talking shit, I ain't knew you exist 'Cause I'm making this life my bitch Spin the bottle, will I be enough? I know how your kiss would taste even without touch Is she just a friend or is she going home with you? Yeah, yeah, woah I be trying my best Niggas gon' hate on me anyway When I walk, I'ma step on they neck Yeah, I'm walking right over to my way 'Bout it when I'm running to the check Now I got it, now they tryna act buddy-buddy 'Cause they see that I'm next But I don't do friends at all It's just me and my dawgs in this bitch And for them, I'ma give it my all I'm just having my fun with this shit And they watching me shine like the star Now we hop in these big body whips No, this shit not a regular car I'm just doing me, way out the mix And I be stacking up all my chips Woah, yeah Woah, yeah Yeah, yeah Woah, yeah Yeah
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