Paula Dean

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[Intro] Ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha [Chorus] Racks inside my pocket, bustin' out the seam (Yeah) Cooking in that kitchen like I'm Paula Dean (Yeah, yeah) Asking me if I know her astrology (Yeah, yeah) She gon' bust it open for me 'cause she proud of me (Yeah, yeah) I can't imagine you survivin' if you crossing me (Yeah, yeah) I'm drivin' way too damn fast, don't you cross the street [Verse] I'm havin' nightmares in my dreams, I can't go to sleep The Rollie on my wrist, two-tone, cost a ki' (Cost a ki') She think she playin' me, I told that, "We play for keeps" (Play for keeps) I get to swingin' with that stick like I was playin' Wii (I'm playin' Wii) I let her get inside my head, I think I need a drink (Uh-huh) Too many voices in my head, man, I can't even think (Uh-huh) I got some shit inside my blunt that don't even smell like weed (Uh-huh) I drop the top on all my cars so I can feel the breeze (Uh-huh) I told that girl, she out her mind, she think 'bout leavin' me (Uh-huh) I took her to the Eastside, she a Georgia peach (Uh-huh, huh) I spent some shit inside Balenci' that I can't believe (Uh-huh, huh) She tell me 'bout myself and think that she be clockin' tea (Uh-huh, huh) [Chorus] Racks inside my pocket, bustin' out the seam (Bustin' out the seam) Cooking in that kitchen like I'm Paula Dean (Like I'm Paula Dean) Asking me if I know her astrology (Her astrology) She gon' bust it open for me 'cause she proud of me ('Cause she proud of me) I can't imagine you survivin' if you crossing me (Uh-huh) I'm drivin' way too damn fast, don't you cross the street [Outro] I'm havin' nightmares in my dreams, I can't go to sleep The Rollie on my wrist, two-tone, cost a ki'
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