| No crutches now I smoke dutches
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| Crushed the whole city leave my name on the buses
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| Your weed ain’t shit you don’t even flush it
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| I smoke till I choke till I get busted
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| All around the world fuckin' bitches for fun now
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| This is how I chill let me give you the run down
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| Cookie joints in the AM i be in the cuts just blazin'
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| Too many girls on my phone keep playing really I’m cool
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| I got way bitches more pretty than you
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| Yeah I’m young rich crazy and I’m willing to shoot
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| I need a big body Benz I don’t fit in the coupe
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| Shit. |
| Ridin' through the city like a kingpin
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| Santa Cruz 12 bitches at the TreeMed
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| Made a couple hundreds in a weekend
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| This is how I chill when I’m smoked out cheefin'
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| This is how I feel when you count 3 Mill
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| The money the cars the pills the girls with the high heels
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| Yeah this is really how it feels
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| When I hit em Imma steal uhh
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| This is how I feel when you count 3 Mill
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| The hitta the greed the thieves
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| I’m rollin all this good weed
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| Yeah this is really how it be look
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| This is how I feel when you count 3 Mill
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| A few flights and my friends blue lights in my Benz
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| Long nights I don’t like when it ends
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| Imma roam the strips or blow the flip
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| I went from selling coke to 20 lights grows and shit
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| Yeah she pass stay hella fresh
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| Yeah she got good pussy and she sellin it
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| I told her give your boy the digits and we can kick it
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| Yeah I’m all in her ear you ever thought of strippin. |
| yes
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| This the flyest shit I ever smoked
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| 50 grand in the envelope
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| Selling dope got me right where I’m at
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| 17 I took a flight with the bag please
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| That ain’t real cookie nah that’s bag seed
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| Yall don’t touch where you grab that piece
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| I’m really playing with mills I got my weed lit burnin 93' till |