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作词 : Christopher St. Victor/BryTavious Chambers |
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作曲 : Christopher St. Victor/BryTavious Chambers |
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[Intro: Flip Dinero & Drake] |
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I really feel with your music, bro |
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Without a doubt, this shit crazy |
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Tay Keith, this too hard |
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Ayy, ayy |
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Ayy, ayy (Uh) |
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Ayy, ayy |
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Ayy, ayy |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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I got a couple thousand on my neck (Ayy) |
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I got a couple thousand on my wrist (What?) |
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I was just caught all up in a jam (Ayy, ayy) |
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I was just really tryin' to make it flip |
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This shit like dope, I get it on demand (Ayy, ayy) |
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I’m on the grind and niggas can't say shit (Gang, gang) |
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I got this shit, it's all up on demand (Gang, gang) |
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I was just broke and now I make it flip (Gang, gang, gang, gang) |
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[Chorus] |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (Ayy) |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (What?) |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (What? Ayy) |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (Ayy, what?) |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (What? Ayy) |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (Ayy, what?) |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (What? Ayy) |
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Not too many niggas made for this shit (Gang, gang, gang, gang) |
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[Verse 1] |
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All the distraction like look what it do for you (Ayy) |
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People get lit and then people get comfortable (Ayy, ayy) |
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I’m from the streets, gotta hold guns and move (Yeah) |
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Stay out the way but this shit was still comfortable |
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Shit this is crazy, I copped me a coupe (What?) |
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17 bands with the gang on the move (Yeah) |
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Police have found a lil' dope in my shoe |
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Know how I rock 'cause they know what I do (Yeah, yeah) |
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Niggas they flip with you, you know you're next (Yeah) |
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How you go platinum but still totin' straps? (Ayy) |
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I cannot sleep but they tell me to rest (What?) |
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I'm with the Guala, nothin' but best (What?) |
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I am not comfortable, shit was too comfortable (Gang, gang) |
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Livin' this life, know what I want to do (Gang, gang) |
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Smokin’ lil’ THC, other than what others do (Ayy) |
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I got my homies that's blood gon’ comin' for you (Ayy) |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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I got a couple thousand on my neck (What?) |
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I got a couple thousand on my wrist (Ayy, ayy) |
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I was just caught all up in a jam (Brrr) |
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I was just really tryin' to make it flip (Yeah, ayy, ayy) |
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This shit like dope, I get it on demand (Gang, gang) |
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I'm on the grind and niggas can’t say shit (Gang, gang) |
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I got this shit, it's all up on demand (Gang, gang) |
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I was just broke and now I make it flip (Ayy) |