Loud

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Uh
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I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass I'm sippin'
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Groupies fall in love, I'm like, "Bitch, you must be trippin'"
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I'm just tryna fuck and she just need tuition
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Why you tryna stunt, you need to play your own position
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Never gave a fuck, yeah, nothin' 'bout me changed
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Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain, haha
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Yeah, you heard me I got diamonds in my chain
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And it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain
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Two hundred shows, I'ma kill more, I just sold out that Fillmore
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Got a million, make a mill' more, then a number one spot on the Billboard

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Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close
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Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke

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I like my music real loud, real loud
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Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
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Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

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I like my music real loud, real loud
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Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
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Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

[Verso 2]
Eb
Argh
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I'ma get that Grammy soon, fuck your magazine
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Jordan gonna hand me shoes, still fuck your magazine
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Hammer team in that pack with me, hear the Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean
Bbm
When I went to every high school class would be tryna fuck the female faculty
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I'm a crazy little fucker, think my head done ran away
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I experiment with drugs but I won't ever fuck with yay'
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I just made a million dollars, still I think I'm underpaid
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Fuck with me? Kid no way, when you meet me, bitch stand up straight
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Pump out raps, yeah, I got raps, tryna talk shit, what you think about that?
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For the pesos, getting bank roll, I'ma lay low, chill, 'til I let that stack

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