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Elevate
Babys World
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Yeah, nigga
(O-O-O-O-Okay, Jones)
Bust the fuck up
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Hah
Yeah
Spratt
When you was runnin' on the court, I was runnin' traps
You niggas sittin' on the porch, I'm tryna run the map
I'm the youngest with the torch, bitch, I'm the quarterback
Throwin' boxes to my uncle, then he put 'em back
Front bulbs on the corner for a quarter flat
You said ten and bought four, why you order that?
Bitches seein' niggas broke, I just noticed that
F&N, Baby Drake with the shortest strap
Twenty bands on the link like I'm playin' tennis
Fuck friends, let's drink to the back fences
Made forty this week at the last minute
I could show you how to do it, put your cash in
I'll put some real shooters on your ass, nigga
We some real wave movers, we got bags with us
Gained thirty pounds fuckin' with the weight
Had ups and downs, had to elevate
I had to bust her down, couldn't hesitate
I had to touch the ground, hit a different state
Now that's double what I spent
It's like cuttin' on a brick or you stuffin' up a bitch
What I made off one car, I could pay you niggas rent
What I made in the fall, I could buy you niggas kicks
What I made off that dog, I should buy you niggas whips
You say you ate off the frog, couldn't even buy a bitch
Made a way like a hawk, couldn't cry at the trip
Left the safe in the wall, can't lie, I got a grip
Twenty bands on the link like I'm playin' tennis
Fuck friends, let's drink to the back fences
Made forty this week at the last minute
I could show you how to do it, put your cash in
I'll put some real shooters on your ass, nigga
We some real wave movers, we got bags with us
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