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You a hoe when it comes to real life
Hot tub, what that coffee feel like?
Nice rug I ain't talking real pipe
Cyclops on the twelve, come near, I, I
Dress up when I hang with rich kids
I guess I'm hanging with rich kids, hey...
I just thought of some new shit, yeah...
And we still watching bootleg.
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
You ain't ever seen a brown boy like this
I shoulda seen your lips through your eyelids
I shoulda bought some gas for the mileage
Now my whip hella stuck with no pilot
Indiana kinda hot for my biceps
I ain't really got no biceps
Why you always concerned who I kiss?
Yeah, I just wanna call for a ride in.
My baby's calling me
I'm picking up like 'hey babe'
Asking where I'm at
I just say 'ok' [x2]
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Fuck what you do to my head
You should step out before you find something bad
You should call the cops when you give me a lift
You should call the cops when you give me a lift.
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
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