| Lay back in the turned down gangsta lean, gangsta lean
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| (I stay chilling daddy, you dig, ha ha)
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| This feeling is undeniable
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| Drama seas, sands so white
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| Bahamas beach, your plans go right
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| Out of reach, Rambo flights
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| In some two seater, sitting up like cleavage
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| Plane conceded, the prayer was a parapalegic
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| Save the chatter, my swagga’s needed, believe it
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| Button ups, tailor custom cuts
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| Trees on the feet, physique fucks him up
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| That’s what’s up
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| Straight from the gutter side
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| To keep clean on everything my mother dries
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| Still I love Allah, sucker for southern fries
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| Facing affiliation, embracing my butterflies
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| I, been down for a minute now
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| There’s none flyer, all the live wires in the ground
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| A young messiah, admired by entire town
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| Sun-fire, stay higher than Mariah’s sound
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| So you know I’m on some other shit
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| Sneak peak, low creep, Deep Cover shit
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| Rolling down the block pushing something you ain’t never seen, never seen
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| Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (gorgeous)
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| Lay back in the turned down gangsta lean, gangsta lean
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| This feeling is undeniable
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| Local wars, coastal brawls
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| If you ball at once, what’s the most you saw?
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| If you fall, do you really got folks to call?
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| With that bell on hand, why they tell on fam? |
| (sigh)
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| I feel his pain, how the unfortunate try to steal the fame
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| How it’s more nauseousness than the killer in ray
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| Through so much anger, I know such danger
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| Thorough, I’m a decade in
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| From a borough way wicked than Wes Craven
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| Then again
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| Certain things I could never do
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| My whole life, get it right, get revenue
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| Get a wife, get a white BMW
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| 2 door style, take that roof off now (ha)
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| Yhat was dreams of a younger me
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| Now my hunger’s humongous as a hummer 3
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| Ferrari drop, with that time in the summer tee
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| Rolling down the block pushing something you ain’t never seen, never seen
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| Shorty riding shotgun, so incredible (gorgeous)
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| Lay back in the turned down gangsta lean
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| This feeling is undeniable
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| I’m unsure how I felt before
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| But for now all I ask is Lord help us all
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| Help me stay focused, I’m self absorbed
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| And then sunny vibrations, realest spot that’s spacious
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| Few cases, Julio Iglesias
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| Floor from the coupe, I’m like Owens in the booth
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| Big boy, had his known from the roof
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| Way before rap, I can more than fall back
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| All that, it’s a beautiful zone
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| I stay mellow like musical tones (musical tones…)
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| Rolling down the block pushing something you ain’t never seen, never seen
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| Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (gorgeous)
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| Lay back in the turned down gangsta lean, gangsta lean
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| This feeling is undeniable
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| It’s undeniable
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| It’s undeniable
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| It’s undeniable
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| This feeling is undeniable |