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on the freeway, my squad inside, my girl the dj, she say i'm the only nigga she play, that's why i keep her on the replay, she say that my shit, yeah, that my shit, keep your circle tight, you never slip, damn, ask me how i'm always making hits, nigga take a hint, keep this shit on replay, she say that my shit, yeah, that my shit, constantly turning up, then she turn me on, told her, "do you think of me when you're all alone?, is there anything you need, can i give you that?", she said, "just keep me in mind when you hear the track," bring it back, i shouldn't say that shit, it's gonna get back to me, it's four in the morning, i'm getting brain on the balcony, thinkin' 'bout niggas who doubted me, all of my idols that rival me, thinkin' 'bout you in the little jeans, thinkin' 'bout us in a limousine, you take one for the team, i don't wanna pressure you though, how you go home, and how your momma lecture you though, just wanna open the door at a hotel, and see your clothes on the floor, there's plenty of weed, you and him used to listen to me, 'cause, oh girl, you're the dj, for every record we make, you got me on the freeway, my squad inside, my girl the dj, she say i'm the only nigga she play, that's why i keep her on the replay, she say that my shit, yeah, that my shit, keep your circle tight, you never slip, damn, ask me how i'm always making hits, nigga take a hint, keep this shit on replay, she say that my shit, yeah, that my shit, she loves it when i go in, loves it when i snap off, her and all her girlfriends have their little rap-offs, she played it for her nigga, and now he's sweatin' his ass off, i watched her take her clothes off, and i had to take my hat off, she wanna have my baby, but these condoms made by nasa, wanted a mercedes, but i bought that bitch a jaguar, said she wanna kiss me, she wanna call me lately, but i told her "wait, you miss me? don't call me, girl, just play me", she's like, "you shouldn't say that shit, it's gonna get back to you", it's four in the morning, i'm getting brain on the balcony, she even got the mixtape, the theme song on the b-day, 'cause, baby, you're the dj in every record we make, on the freeway, my squad inside, my girl the dj, she say i'm the only nigga that she play, that's why i keep her on the replay, she say that my shit, yeah, that my shit, keep your circle tight, you never slip, damn, ask me how i'm always making hits, nigga take a hint, keep this shit on replay, she say that my shit, yeah, that my shit