Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
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Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime white Porsche Carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise to nobody's hood without my gun
You know the kid ain't gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me Imma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper don't stack right
When I come around y'all nigga's better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a ????
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
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Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from ??, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at the ???? so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
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