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Percocet, mix it with Xan' say I'm a pill head
She wanna have perfect sex on the jet I'm like "Oh, yeah"
All my niggas rich they gone stick sum about they bread
Fast line crash, I'm on a Xan' I'm noddin'
And can we leave it the past, baby
I think I want a rover or a Jag, baby
And I can always sense it if you sad, baby
You know I made it I don't think you made me
God please
This the thousandth time I've been on my knees
And it's the fifth time I been snaked
I guess I never learn
100 shots gone make him burn
Spin the block we won't miss a turn
I don't fuck with niggas cause niggas fake
God please
This the thousandth time I've been on my knees
They like "how he got them tricks up his sleeve"
And so many of these lil niggas wanna be me
If you listen I could give you the key
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Percocet, mix it with Xan' say I'm a pill head
She wanna have perfect sex on the jet I'm like "Oh, yeah"
All my niggas rich they gone stick sum about they bread
Fast line crash I'm on a Xan' I'm noddin'
And can we leave it the past, baby
I think I want a rover or a Jag, baby
And I can always sense it if you sad, baby
You know I made it I don't think you made me
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(Leave it the past, baby)
(I think I want a rover or a Jag, baby)
(And I can always sense it if you sad, baby)
(You know I made it I don't think you made me)
(God-)