| How would shit be if you was still here?
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| Pain runnin' deep, I can’t even show it (Pain runnin' deep)
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| Don’t tell 'em 'bout your feelings, don’t nobody care
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| Fuckin' up the check, man, I’m doin' shit for fun
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| Gettin' real money, man, I love it here
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| I’ll push a button, nigga, I’ll turn it up (Turn it up)
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| Buyin' Cristal like it’s Bel Air
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| Buyin' codeine like this shit deep
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| Big boy blunts like my nigga E’s
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| Punchin' in the road, watch me bob and weave
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| My ho lookin' good, we ain’t buyin' weed
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| Keep it too trill, last of a dying breed
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| I just woke up, cold sweat, I got demons over me
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| Got the plug on pause, I got fans overseas
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| Man, I hate being alone, got a nigga ho with me
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| Creepin' on the low (Low)
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| Probably wouldn’t never say a word if I was broke (Uh-uh)
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| Matter fact, you wouldn’t see me, I’d be gone
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| Shawty playin', like she E.T., took her home
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| Windows tinted, on the freeway gettin' dome
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| I been loadin' up on the stretch, shits crazy
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| Boy, you better get up off yo' ass, free 80s
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| Poodie text my line, «Life fast, be patient»
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| But mama told me never leave nothin' on the table
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| Yeah
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| She can’t even dance, we threw money up the—
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| Hah, ayy, yeah
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| She can’t even dance, we threw money up the stage
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| Nigga, yeah
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| Man, I can’t complain, man, all this shit is profit
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| My nigga in the feds and he eatin' steak and lobster |