Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty
Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating
They wonder if i stopped caring
So i stopped complaining/
I know the moves i'm making
One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind
I wrote this no sugar coating this heist
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.
Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream
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