| Yeah
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| 70's movie shit
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| Jump in the cab, tell 'em yo follow that car right there
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Eastside
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| Uh
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| Durag on my waves, money on my mind
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| We pull out new things in the summertime
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| One by one in a line and they all shine
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| One by one in a line and they all mine
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| Standing in my driveway I’m trying to decide
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| Which one to drive this shit always take me so much time
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| Convertible or the hardtop coupe
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| Starlit ceiling or maybe a sunroof
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| I done spent loot on this from the minute that I got in it
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| Rim it up but I never tint 'em
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| Paid out, don’t lease or rent 'em
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| I own it if you seen me in it
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| That’s word to my homie Fendi
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| Roll down the window and tell that bitch she need to get with it
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| Its scratch, we can’t be missing
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| Durag on my waves, money on my mind
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| We pull out new things in the summertime
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| One by one in a line then they all shine
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| One by one in a line and they all mine
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| None of this was given this was all grind |