| I’m cash bitch, salt water in my bath bitch
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| Candles lit, my dope rolled
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| I’m living life on that lavish shit
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| Rare stone cover the wall
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| Bamboo cover the floor
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| Body scrub made of diamonds
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| Shining while I clean my pores
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| Blade exfoliates, my brothers, they on the way
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| If you choose to fucking stay, you gonna' be on First 48
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| My blood is full of drugs, you act like a fucking thug
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| We know you a fucking bitch, we know you a fucking scrub
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| Coming down clean, bitches know it’s me
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| Rolling up my weed, I don’t want to leave
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| Blade on me, I hope you’ll never try
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| I don’t want to be the reason that you die
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| Coming down clean, bitches know it’s me
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| Rolling up my weed, I don’t want to leave
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| Blade on me, I hope you’ll never try
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| I don’t want to be the reason that you die
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| Say it ain’t so, I will not go
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| Turn the lights off, carry me home
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| Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill
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| The night will go on, my little windmill
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| Say it ain’t so, I will not go
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| Turn the lights off, carry me home
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| Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill
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| The night will go on, my little windmill |