| Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
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| All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
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| My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Told her stay and listen, you can pay attention
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| You can say it’s tripping just to pay tuition
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| You can say you’re different, that don’t make a difference
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| Just like all the bitches I know
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| Won’t catch me slipping, I’m just syrup sipping
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| I don’t pose for pictures, I’m just being different
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| I’m too real with it but you’re always tripping
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| Just like all the bitches I know
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| Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you
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| Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you
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| Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you
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| Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you
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| Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
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| All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
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| My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| I ain’t never sober, Codeine in the soda
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| Kush from California, coke across the border
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| Drugs get imported, love ain’t important
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| These niggas ain’t important
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| These niggas ain’t my whodies
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| I got baggies baggies baggies
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| She got a fatty and it’s tatted
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| I got a habit and it’s tragic
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| But fuck it, if I die I’m high I’m happy
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| OMG it’s Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink
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| Pop two, pop three
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| And just be free and just be me
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| They will critique I just keep keep
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| I’m pouring up and slowing down
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| We going up, it’s going down
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| We throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough
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| We pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what
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| And these bitches already know we setting them up
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| Gotta bump it like some motherfuckin' exzema bumps
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| They naked in pumps
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| My goons say they’re checkin' the chumps
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| And when it comes to drugs never give up
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| Young Mulah!
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| Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa
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| All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma
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| My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God)
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| Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you
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| Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you
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| Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you
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| Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you |