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Welcome To The Rodeo Texte
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Ayy, ayy
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I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho
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I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros
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Ain't no killer but don't push me fingers itchin' on that pole
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Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
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Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
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Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe
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Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
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Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo
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Shawty wanna fu*kme 'cause a nigga wearin' gold
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I came up and made it happen, I was trappin' by the store
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Big dope inside this Backwood case this nigga want smoke
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Do me dirtym I'ma find you, lay your ass out on the floor
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19 with a bag, I got rich by myself
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Rather do this shit alone I wasn't askin' for no help
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They keep askin' how I'm winnin' with the cards that I was dealt
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Boy I worked hard for this seat and I ain't bucklin' my belt
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Call my brother on the phone, he said broski you a star
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I said brother hold it down and soon we'll all be livin' large
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And it's crazy how last year was sellin' coke out my garage
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Now I'm in a good position for this life can't sabotage
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I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho
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I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros
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Ain't no killer but don't push me fingers itchin' on that pole
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Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
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Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
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Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe
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Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
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Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo
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I got tattoos on my face, I use that shit as motivation
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I could never get a job, so for my dream, I'm dedicated
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For a second lost myself, I was too busy gettin' faded
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Now they see me out in public and be knowin' what my name is
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All these rappers want the clout and the life of bein' famous
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I just wanna be stable, tell my family we made it
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I was comin' for my spot, a young nigga had to be patient
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Now I'm runnin' up these bands, can hit the island for vacation
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I've been shittin' on my haters, you could say I'm constipated
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Five racks on this fit just to stunt when I'm in Vegas
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Narcotic on my body, shout out to my nigga Caleb
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Young niggas got the cake up, now these bitches wanna date us
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I ain't foldin' for no pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho
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I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros
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Ain't no killer but don't push me fingers itchin' on that pole
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Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
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Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
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Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe
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Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
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| Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo |
