| Yeah
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| Eastside
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| Jet life, jet life
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| Jet life, jet life
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| Jet life, jet life
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| We survive hard times, now we slide soft top rides
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| I got sunshine when it’s cloudy outside
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| Diamonds still illuminate
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| They thought it was Illuminati when I bought the Wraith
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| I got another Rolls
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| My hustle was to blame
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| Penning rhymes to the rhythm of the rain
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| Sipping champagne, having things in this game
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| We used to hit the strip club just to order wings
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| Still making hella loot through the quarantine
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| You gotta really want it man (You gotta want it man)
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| Lead you to the water I can’t make you drink
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| Four hundred horses in command, foreign G5 in my hand
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| But to get the motor running you just gotta push a button
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| Every time she go to Sacks she bring me back something
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| Even behind the mask she mad stunting
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| Bag hunting, running it up, another one, another one
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| Rollies I went and bought brothers some
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| I’m from an era where live niggas dress better
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| Jeff Hamilton was on my leather
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| was under the Lexus
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| Or the Chevy on them hundred spoke I’m like a legend
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| She was under pressure when I met her
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| On a date, she didn’t want her boyfriend to catch her
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| Text message connection, met up and then I stretched her
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| Ordered room service dessert and then I left her (Skrrt) |