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作词 : Jayceon Taylor/Cash Jones |
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作曲 : Jayceon Taylor/Cash Jones |
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The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco |
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I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist |
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Take the ski mask off of my face, blunt flies back in the trunk |
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Between my index and my middle finger, it's stuck |
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Inhale the smoke, take a puff |
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Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up |
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'Matic, still Nas too, listenin' |
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It's me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch |
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Movin' backwards, the Chronic jumps out the back wood |
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As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up |
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Text from a nigga sayin', 'Eat too goin' still' |
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Put my phone back in my pocket, took my knee off the wheel |
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Hand on my wheel, my car in drive, foot on the gas |
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Up the freeway ramp, adjust the rearview and look at my past |
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Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill, Lauryn, and uncrumble all of this hash |
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Back in the carpool, flippin' off 12 |
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The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells |
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Cutie smilin' at me, I unthrew up the deuce |
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Triple one-two, three-one-three, three-one-two |
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On the side of a purple Maserati, wonder if she got a body up |
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Or should I think I? It's a hottie |
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Goin' down on the up ramp, creep slow, back to the light |
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I'ma kill 'em 'fore the end of the night |
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Talkin' on my burner cell like, "At he where?" |
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Back into a parkin' spot, handicap in the mirror |
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Car door opens, my nigga out yells, 'Woo-Su' |
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Windows roll up, I'm thinkin' to myself, 'Who these niggas in this coupe?' |
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Back in the store, woods back in my hand |
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Sit 'em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz |
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And says, 'Nigga my, you thank,' I pass him a coke can |
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10,000 goes back in my pocket in rubber bands |
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Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot |
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Walkin' up the stairs backwards, the clip comes outta the Glock |
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The key goes back in the lock |
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I walk in facin' out, take my shoes off and fall on the couch |
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This b***h takes my d**k out of her mouth |
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Stands back up and tells me what her day was about |
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We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands, lip singin' B Cardi while she dance |
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Tapes Bundy Ted, credits roll down, chill and Netflix |
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As I unfasten the latch on my cuban link necklace |
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She gave me a second hug for the first time |
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Walks outta the door back in the Uber as I'm cleanin' my .9 |
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I sit it down right next to my phone |
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Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna runnin' 'round in a thong |
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Woke up tired and went back to the booth |
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Sample God's Sons, rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop |
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Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done |
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Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son |
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Dawg, whatever they call you, God, just listen |
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I spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin' |
