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Yeah-yeah, yeah, uh Na-na-na, yeah, ayy Too many days I've been waiting Tell me what's been going on lately Know that I'm still going 'til I make it She my foreign lil' baby You know I hit 100 when we ride out I'm not an optimist, I'm in my prime now I spin the block, we sliding just like Clyde now Stop the internet, I make yo' lil' ass sign out We ain't with a pit, we lookin' for a hide out 1 a.m. in New York City, think it's time now, woah I told that bitch I'll leave her, she said, "No, the fuck you don't" I know that she my [?], done fell in love with a ho I was riding on the pine, now I'm selling out the show I can't let you take mine, ima hit you where it hurts Ima beat him like a baby Glock, you make a nigga burn I stay real enough to gas, these niggas fake, yeah, they some turf They know GUCCI got a bag, these niggas, they got a purse Ima put 'em on a bag then go lay 'em in the dirt Why you care so much? Bitch, I've always been a nerd Ran that check up every day, you still waiting on the first What the fuck did she just say? She wan' fuck me 'til it hurt All my niggas up in LA 'cause I promise you not Nerf Tell me what's been going on lately Know that I'm still going 'til I make it She my foreign lil' baby You know I hit 100 when we ride out I'm not an optimist, I'm in my prime now I spin the block, we sliding just like Clyde now Stop the internet, I make yo' lil' ass sign out We ain't with a pit, we lookin' for a hide out 1 a.m. in New York City, think it's time now, woah 1 a.m. in New York City, think it's time now, woah Think it's time now, woah Think it's time now, woah
Writer(s): James Haley, Machado Joseph, Harold Alexander Harper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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