| Tell me what you want, I live inside your mind
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| Overdose on those, you know he livin' life
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| I been drinkin' way too much, I mix my liqour
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| Paint her how I want, she always feel my pictures
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| And she different
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| Pop the top, the trunk, that shit go bye-bye
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| Pop the top, the whip it go bye-bye, bye
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| Pops thinks they ain’t mine
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| Overdose on those, I’m feelin' right-right
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| Yeah, bye-bye to my top, uh
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| Alkaline my watch
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| Can’t punch out the clock
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| These niggas want my spot
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| Pull up in the city, bring 'em all out
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| Still hit the swap meet and ball out
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| Cali street on the dark side
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| Rep Westside like Pharcyde
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| She love the Louis, that I get her
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| Flight confirmation, that I send her
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| Fifty pre-rolls, we ain’t pretenders
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| This is a long way from taco bender
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| Still pull up, snatch a wet burrito
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| Guap all on me, I’m a walking casino
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| Rep the Inland, from the toe to the 'Dino
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| The 'Rif to 'Merino, you eatin', woah
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| Tell me what you want, I live inside your mind
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| Overdose on those, you know he livin' life
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| I been drinkin' way too much, I mix my liqour
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| Paint her how I want, she always feel my pictures
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| And she different
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| Pop the top, the trunk, that shit go bye-bye
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| Pop the top, the whip it go bye-bye, bye
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| Pops thinks they ain’t mine
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| Overdose on those, I’m feelin' right-right
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| She want me to come through in that whip
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| She tryna kick it with a real one
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| But I’m done doin' that shit
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| 'Cause I’m too focused
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| I’m tryna drop that top and go bye-bye
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| They want my number, they can barely do a hifi
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| Yeah, fuck a thotty tryna see what that wife like
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| Yeah, fuck a party, that shit out ruin the streets
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| Ride with me, yeah
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| Come and see, yeah
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| Just you and me, yeah
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| 'Cause three is company, yeah
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| Tell me what you want, I live inside your mind
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| Overdose on those, you know he livin' life
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| I been drinkin' way too much, I mix my liqour
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| Paint her how I want, she always feel my pictures
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| And she different
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| Pop the top, the trunk, that shit go bye-bye
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| Pop the top, the whip it go bye-bye, bye
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| Pops thinks they ain’t mine
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| Overdose on those, I’m feelin' |