| When I’m in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
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| Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, sprite, man
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| Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
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| Bitch on fly man, six rings, Iceland
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| She gone and flipping the dough
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| She sprung, she stuck on the floor
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| Her eyes, they were low
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| Stacks all on my floor
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| She don’t want nothing but dro'
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| Back in the whip and let’s go
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| I get the cash and I go
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| Your love was all on my phone, Lean
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| When I’m in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
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| Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, sprite, man
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| Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
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| Bitch I don’t like man, six rings, Iceland
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| When I’m in your town, I got bags of the stacks and
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| Frost on the cake, man, big time sticks and
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| Work with the left hand. |
| chains on the tin France
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| Look like ice and you small-time miceman
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| I go and switch up my flow
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| Drugs all on the stove
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| Bags filled with the blow
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| Leaves falling down slow
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| I pick the frost then I froze
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| No new friends and no new clones
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| Living on stage, I’m alone
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| Flipping and tripping my walls
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| Your love was all on my phone
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| Still posted up on the stove
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| Stacks and leave my cologne
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| Dropping and picking up dough
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| Your love was all on my phone
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| Stacks and leave my cologne
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| Dropping and picking up dough
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| Still posted up on the stove
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| When I’m in your town, see me gone off that ice, man
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| Jugg with the right hand, clean wrist, sprite, man
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| Look like Tyson, rich like Mike, man
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| Bitch on fly man, six rings, Iceland
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| She gone and flipping the dough
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| She sprung, she stuck on the floor
|
| Her eyes, they were low
|
| Stacks all on my floor
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| She don’t want nothing but dro'
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| Back in the whip and let’s go
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| I get the cash and I go
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| Your love was all on my phone, Lean |