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Yeh, ah... ah Boy wonder... Drizzy Ah... ah... Uh Ya'll ain't really like me I can understand Ma flow is sitting right inside da pocket on ma pants I'm still fly, you can't float Run this shit, you sink boat A write your favorite records, you sing ghost 20 thousand for a verse, is our routine quote I'm getting rich, aah, you staying broke Chilling if even if am in a goosed down coke I can't' see you through the Mosley Tribes So I don't' even flinch if you thorw me hi fives They try to measure up, but there's no my size Whatever 40 smokin bout to low my eyes Beast mode on them, a never take a night off Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write off Grounded as the one way pavement am taking flight off Baby go ahead and cut the lights off Cause It's about to go... [beat plays] I hear ma phone ringing when they call Letras de cancionesA ain't picking up or entertaining them at all Got your girl face down and banging on the wall While you and all your homeboys, hatin and remain small Hmmm, hmmm, hmmmmmm I cannot relate Riding with some tags that a got from out-a-state Riding with a swag that a got from out-a-space Just show me who's the hottest I'm a knock him out his place Call me homeside drizzy, about to kill your ego I'm about ma green, puffin goody like I'm celo You can go and take a glance at your hero While the Houston ship a pole dancing zero Fantacy to you, reality to me And yeh ma g-pass is as valid as can be I'm, I'm so fresh, a stylist with degree Waving at your girl While she's smiling back at me like... From Letras Mania