| German two-seaters, outside the dealer smoking reefer
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| Reading the blue prints plotting on a million
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| Four empty vaults in the ceiling that hold a quarter a piece waiting for me
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| When the mission complete, we stash and roll more weed
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| We don’t splurge, we converge
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| Had to get more part audio birds served without all them being disturbed
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| Cause some people hate and it’s not deserved
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| It’s just they lives bullshit so it’s yours they concerned with
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| Pull up in that, I pull up in this, I went home, switched, and did it again
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| Just to make 'em sick, hoe that’s what you get
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| Slept on the livest nigga woke up at the bottom of the river
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| Swimming with the fishes
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| I’m at the La Méridien learning to play tennis on a racketball court
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| Like no disrespect intended, what’s the difference
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| We just living, my flow different so my doughs bigger
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| Rolls Royce doors swivel open like a pair of scissors
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| She had her man with her but she don’t remember
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| Slid me the digits we could link up in a minute
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| Say she from Memphis, down here for a week staying at the extended
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| Swiping cards furnish the lil' homie crib got him couches and televisions
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| She in love with a nigga so she stay going on missions
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| Parachuting for the loot what I say she do
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| I could coach 'em to show 'em or disown 'em and play like I don’t know 'em
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| Smoking her open, roaming her ocean
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| California got it and I love 'em for it
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| Provide me with that high I need to set my pen on fire when I write
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| I put it down for the Jet Life like every time
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| When I come through I do it and take yo' shine
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| This is mine, truth is deeply rooted in my rhymes, you just lyin'
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| Them cars you talk about you never seen and never drive
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| Them cars I talk about I smoke weed in and eat cheese fries
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| Da-da-da
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| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches nigga
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| We smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures
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| Wouldn’t talk about it if niggas didn’t live it
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| If you need to see it then you could come and visit
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| If you don’t believe it then ask one of your bitches
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| If she bad she probably kick it
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| And she so glad she did it |