| Oceanic views, afraid to stay up late
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| White ladies in my nose, interracial date
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| Bristol, I’m ballin' with my tongue out
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| At Thrift Town with a bill, 'bout to dumb out
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| Exotic be my pasta
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| Garlic shrimp everything, dinner before the oscars
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| If I’m playin' witcha, you my lifeline
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| But I ain’t stayin' cause I need to touch the night sky
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| 'Twon, man, you the illest out
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| Rap all day like money comin' outcha mouth
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| But I’m steady poppin' pills on the couch
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| I’m doin' good even if I’m layin' 'round
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| I’m rollin' down the coast wherever the waves go
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| I’m sippin' Henny slow, nothin' plain about my clothes
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| All rare, that’s how the game goes
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| Don’t like smokin' blunts, but my shirts look the same
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| Life is evil if you don’t live it right
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| I was doin' bad, used to keep me up at night
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| My friends treat me good, I try to treat 'em better
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| Shouts out to South Philly, '09, black leather
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| Check it out, my nigga, you can do whatever
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| Catch me in the winter, yeah, I’m parkin' with the black sweater
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| My ladies call me Papi, he don’t know no betta'
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| «When you slowin' down, fool?» |
| I don’t know, whenever
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| My origami on another heart
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| Swear a nigga change up if I make it through the night
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| Cause ain’t nobody livin' like I
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| Strive for the dark knowledge, weed help me clear my fuckin' mind
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| See me on the Ave. in the turnin' lane
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| Pretty women in my face cause they know my name
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| Tight pants with the boots cause I ain’t playin'
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| My nature at a hundred
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| That is where I lay at
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| Cunnilingus all the time, face where she stay at
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| She live up in the hills
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| Her father drive a Maybach
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| If he ever caught us fuckin' he would shoot me where my brain at
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| Shouts to the homies that’s in the clink
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| I’m on the streets wild livin' every dream
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| I’m on the streets wild livin' every dream
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| I’m on the streets wild livin' every dream |