| Speed boats float from the coast
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| Binoculars watch the bales float up the shore
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| Tryna find ways to tax this dope
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| Slanging bars like soap
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| Bitches high off of these lines like coke
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| Listening with they eyes closed, with no clothes
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| She want fuck because of my flow
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| It’s like I got X pills inside my quotes
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| Smoke, keep me on a high note
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| Oldies playing in my Chevrolet
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| Game make them ladies want stay
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| Plot all night, bust moves all day
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| It’s just the jet way
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| No time to sleep cause that won’t get me paid
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| Don’t make sense if it don’t make dollars
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| Excuses won’t start my Impala
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| If it ain’t about my paper then «I'll holla»
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| Came through, killed niggas
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| Satellite coupe with the new stickers
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| Never running with no new niggas
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| Just my OG’s and some cool bitches
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| Bad ones, I know what to do with them
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| I don’t buy them no bags, I just get them high
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| All she really wanted to do was ride
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| I’m a let her, won’t sweat her, no pressure
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| Let her decide, she smart
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| She gon definitely choose what’s better
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| Autumn weather, in a vintage ice berg sweater
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| Fly beyond measure
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| That’s your girl you better check her
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| Cherry beamer, drop Saab
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| Sipping pass Ace Boogie
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| He mad at his bullshit job
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| Mentality I had as a younger
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| Grinding hard to provide a yard for my big dogs
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| Rest in peace to The Jacka, may you mob
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| No love in the streets my nigga
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| They don’t give a fuck about you or me my nigga
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| Just an era where a nigga is killing these niggas
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| And these bitches just mirroring the television
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| Fake hair, fake ass looking for a real one
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| Just tryna fuck a nigga with a million
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| And do anything to get one |