| You know how I’m rockin
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| Cut off stockings
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| Keep kush in my pocket
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| All designer
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| Get your grind up
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| Got a breitling for the mothafuckin timer
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| I’ll never leave the house without my burner man
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| Without a pack of swishers and some marijuana
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| I’ll never leave the house without my gat
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| I’ll never leave the house without my thumper
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| I’ll never leave the house without my pack
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| I’ll never leave the house without my strap
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| I’ll never leave your bitch up in my house
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| And I a’ll never leave that shit up in my house
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| I’ll never leave the house without my thing
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| Nigga say you want problems, nigga swing
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| I’ll never leave the house without my loud
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| I’ll never leave the house without my bling
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| I’ll never leave the house without my hollows
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| Boink a nigga, give his ass funky feet
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| I’ll never leave my house where the motto
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| I don’t give a fuck if she was fine as cream
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| Come from broken playgrounds
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| Now I like, valley swings
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| Pistols still be like congos and tambourines
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| Off the thoinks jump around like pogos and trampolines
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| I’ll never leave my house without my weed |
| I’m a midnight runner cause come on I lean
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| This sippin' got me limpin' I should call it Hi-C
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| I got sicker whips than Indiana
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| And these thots ride with me like country grammar
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| Sosa comin' through and he glo’n like a black light
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| Fredo in the cut, just in case ya’ll don’t act right
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| Stackin' more bricks than an Eskimo, just to let em' know
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| And I sext yo ho, that bitch pussy open like the letter o
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| Imma let her go, never wed a ho, only wet a ho
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| Imma high school drop out, wit a couple millie
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| Knockers in my pockets, be just so silly
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| Tryna cop an island in 2016
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| And then i’ll fill the ocean up with henny and lean (bitch) |