| I ain’t no super hero
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| But ain’t too much a nigga can’t do
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| I’m a park it wherever I want
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| Smoke wherever I want
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| Buy whatever I want
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| Hit her whenever I want
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| Yea hoe I do what I wan' do
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| Everyday in the lab like Pro Tools
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| Whip so wide can’t even come through
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| Whip so wide tell 'em better make room
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| Every motherfucker know what I be on
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| To the bank back and forth like ping pong
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| Yea we fly high no Jim Jones
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| Smoking on killa, Cam’ron
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| Had to pay the price to get my engine right
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| Now I’m leaving niggas at the red light
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| Got your baby momma on that all night flight
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| On that all night flight to get my money right
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| 30 pointers on my left and right
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| Corner Boy in that yellow light
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| I’m behind him in that black night
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| With a plaque in the window saying Cruise Life
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| Watch where you step lil nigga
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| We be them Jets lil nigga
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| Keep yo' ass in respect lil nigga
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| Park the whip wherever I wanna
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| All my money smell like marijuana
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| Bitch I’m tryna be a land owner
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| Build my own fucking planet on it
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| Buy a jet and then land on it
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| Put some beach and a sand on it
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| I’m a park it wherever I want
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| Smoke wherever I want
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| Buy whatever I want
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| Hit her whenever I want
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| Answer the bitch text whenever I want
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| I could hit her whenever I want
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| Hustle from the first to the end of the month
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| Wear the Fendi and the Louis 'cause I want
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| Gold D’s on the regal I’m the cooker
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| ass niggas talking 'bout what they woulda
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| Chevy still in the shop it ain’t ready
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| it ain’t ready
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| Plane land just know I’m getting paper
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| Bitch favorite question, would you throw it later
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| You know my last worry, a nigga that’s hating
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| Rabid ass bitches, probably got rabies
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| I just bought a Rollie give a fuck about a AP
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| Used to live in the house
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| I parked three on the lawn and got
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| That '96 I might paint that bitch next week
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| I got a ratchet ass bitch she from Zone 6
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| I might fly that bitch in when I leave
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| Blow hella trees, I had to adjust my sleeves
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| I need that bezel to breathe
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| Nigga it’s P, won’t hear no fuck shit bout me
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| My cars lined up on the street
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| Won’t quote no price on a P
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| Won’t fall in love with no freak
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| Won’t pull up in no car with me
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| I’m a park it wherever I want
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| Smoke wherever I want
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| Buy whatever I want
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| Hit her whenever I want
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| Hop the fuck out
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| Middle of the street nigga fuck what you talking bout
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| Already know the driveway like a parking lot
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| How many cars I got
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| Got 10 at the crib I got 3 by my bitch I got 7 in storage now
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| I got a problem if I like it I buy it girl I’m not slowing down
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| Hol' on, fuck that where the dough at?
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| Anywhere I go I’m gon' smoke at
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| And the diamond was throwback
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| And stepped in in it I was smelling like the whole pack
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| Slid by my lil chick and left five points
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| Watched Super Fly smoked five joints
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| Jet Life from the baseline, that’s money every time
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| Sure as a wine always drinking wine
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| Sure as my yachtmaster Rollie shine
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| Sure as my mufucking girl fine
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| They know our 24 hour grind
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| Jet Life, forever high
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| Jet Life, we never die
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| If you ever say that he high as I
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| You know that nigga mufucking lie
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| I’m a park it wherever I want
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| Smoke wherever I want
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| Buy whatever I want
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| Hit her whenever I want |