| I’ve been movin' ice cream
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| Since I was sixteen
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| Thirty toes down now in Vegas all with me
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| Plus I make a bitch cream
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| Put it on the big screen
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| I’m probably with the Mob
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| Yeah, I gotta keep my kicks clean
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| I’m in here with the snub nose
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| Shoot-outs make the club close
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| I used to cook the rocks
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| Now, I let the buds grow
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| I got it all from drugs though
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| I’m high from the gun smoke
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| My living room table, it look like a gun show
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| We import and export, everytime I head North
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| I got my money tucked, all stashed in the dashboard
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| In the state that I’m livin', but really this is hell
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| Another nightmare, lord keep me outta jail
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| My neck all froze, cars, clothes
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| Twenty K from a show, made the twenty out of hard
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| Guess it’s funny how it go
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| How much money can I blow
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| When it’s sunny make it snow
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| White girls on the pole, swingin' round, break it down
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| Everytime I hit L.A. your favorite rapper want a pound
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| Two rolled, just floatin' through the city
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| Fresh picked, good kick, and my fingers all sticky
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| Now I’m gone
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| I heard a P out put twenty K on my dome
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| Man, I’m gone
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| I blew thirty in a club last night, baby girl
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| I was on
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| I take two the head, a lil wax got me gone
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| Now I’m gone
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| Three chains on my neck, VS glow
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| Now I’m on
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| Two mill for the home
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| I did it on my own, yeah
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| I’m sittin' on chrome
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| Whippin, dippin', Rosé sippin'
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| Long clips on my pistol
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| Yeah, I bet I won’t miss
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| I’mma Frisco vet, I got cuddy’s in the mission
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| Fillmore, H.B., Lakeview, listen
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| H-Town, R.I.P. |
| nights
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| I bet the weed dried up, they hate that price
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| Now I’m gone
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| Fuck vice, no clouds and bodies
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| Send a pound overnight
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| Make sure I smoke right
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| Coke white, Masi in the driveway
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| We smoke, 'bout 20 on the highway
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| Make the coke brick fly away
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| I got money on my mind, no time to waste
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| New diamond chain, I flew a private plane
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| To Peru with my crew, just to try the cake
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| Let’s talk about luxury, more drugs for me
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| Bet you never find a plug like me
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| Keep uncut coke, two hits will make you choke
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| Blow weed that smell like soap
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| Now I’m gone
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| I heard a P out put twenty K on my dome
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| Man, I’m gone
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| I blew thirty in a club last night, baby girl
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| I was on
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| I take two the head, a lil wax got me gone
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| Now I’m gone
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| Three chains on my neck, VS glow
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| Now I’m on |