| Cool cool cool cool
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| Yup, finally famous nigga
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| Ok, I get lost in the night
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| Faded off of that brown
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| We can take shots of that white
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| Realest niggas around
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| Tell me would you like it would you like it if I let you call me big
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| Take it to the D, I can show you where I live
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| Take it to the penthouse and show you how to live
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| And treat it like it ain’t shit
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| Now ask me how it feel
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| Yea tell me how it feel, how it feel, how it feel
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| Man to be around a nigga this real
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| You know I came up, came down
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| Turn every dream I had real
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| So tell me how it feel
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| Man to be around a nigga this real
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| You know I need everything in plural
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| That’s benji’s and euro’s
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| I just came back from that Paris
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| My life is moving in turbo
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| My pinky ring just dingling
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| Look how I’m sipping my merlot
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| Look how I’m hittin' my herbal
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| Praise God, church ho
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| What the fuck is you saying?
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| B.I.G I’m the mayor in the bitch
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| Ol' fur coat looking like a bear in this bitch
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| OH! |
| fuck is you wearing? |
| that’s embarrassin shit
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| Man and to my new girls that’s hearing this shit
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| You fucking with an OG, you should cherish this shit
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| Man they tell me that they love me, I ain’t hearing that shit
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| They trynna get up in my will and inherit that shit
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| That’s why I’m faded, I’m wasted
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| I’m living life like it’s no jail
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| House bigger than a hotel
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| But these hoes tell
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| So I still take their ass to the hotel
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| In my hotel
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| I got a bad bitch with that body
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| And a badder bitch in that lobby
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| Boy that’s just how I got it
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| When I…
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| Bad bitches that came through
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| I’m hitting all that I aim to
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| So stoned I can’t move
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| So stoned I can’t move
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| She go either way like it’s game two
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| She look at her phone praying it ain’t you
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| Living out all the rumors
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| Then afterwards, say it ain’t true
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| Man I’m daydreaming while sexing
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| Her screams remind me I’m in it
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| And all this champagne that I’m popping
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| Reminded me that I’m winning
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| I know we shouldn’t get so high
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| Yea, remind me that when I’m finished
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| But this the life we chose
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| It’s the only life that we know
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| Reminiscing when I had no job
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| Back when I woulda robbed yo job
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| Me and my niggas on the streets dog
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| Throwing signs up like we roadside
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| Now the suits and pasta both bowtie
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| My Greek girls say «opa»
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| My Spanish girls scream «no mas»
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| And all the Black girls scream «don't, stop» |