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Astro, yeahSun is down, freezin' coldThat's how we already know winter's hereMy dawg would prolly do it for a Louis beltThat's just all he know, he don't know nothin' elseI tried to show 'em, yeahI tried to show 'em, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahGone on you with the pick and rollYoung LaFlame, he in sicko modeWoo, made this here with all the ice on in the boothAt the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me looseYeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupesThis shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot)Was off the Remy, had to PapooseHad to hit my old town to duck the newsTwo-four hour on lockdown, we make no movesNow it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crewI just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba juiceDifferent colored chains, see my jeweler really sellin' fruitsAnd they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose(Some-some-some, someone said)To win the retreat, we all in too deepPlayin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)To win the retreat, we all in too deepP-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weakThis shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suitStacy Dash, most these of girls ain't got a clueAll of these hoes I made off records I producedI might take all my exes and put 'em all in a groupHit my eses, I need the booch'Bout to turn this function to BonnarooTold her 'hop in, you comin' too'In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy)Had to slop the top off, it's just a roofShe said 'where we goin'?' I said 'the moon'We ain't even make it to the roomShe thought it was the ocean, it's just the poolNow I got her open, it's just the GooseWho put this shit together? I'm the glue(Someone said)Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue(Someone said)To win the retreat, we all in too deepPlayin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)To win the retreat, we all in too deepPlayin' for keeps, don't play us for weakYeahAstroYeah, yeahTay Keith, fuck these niggas upShe's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah)Now I hit that epioo with duffles in my handsI did half a Xan, thirteen hours till I landHad me out like a light, ay, yeahLike a light, ay, yeahLike a light, aySlept through the flight, ayKnocked for the night, ay, 767, manThis shit got double bedroom, manI still got scores to settle, manI crept down the block (down the block)Made a right (yeah, right)Cut the lights (yeah, what?)Paid the price (yeah)Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah)It's on sight (yeah, what?)Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)Lost my respect, you not a threatWhen I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch)See the shots that I took (ay), wet like I'm booked (ay)Wet like I'm Lindsay, I be spending Folie'sCircle blocks till I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)No one seen him (yeah, yeah)I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)She's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bust it to the danceNow I hit the fbo with duffles in my hand (woo)I did half a Xan, thirteen hours till I landHad me out like a light (like a light)Like a light (yeah, like a light)Like a light (like a light)Like a lightYeah, pass the dawgs in cellySendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeahHe said 'keep that on lock'I said 'you know this shit, it's life', yeahIt's absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (it's lit)LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeahShorty in the back, she said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)Ain't by the book (yeah), this how it look (yeah)'Bout a check (yeah), just check the foots (yeah)Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
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