| Poolside, too high with three bitches for four nights
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| I’m finna dip, be outty 5 in that 600 Benz or that 750i
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| Ate 9 slices of that humble pie
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| But you know I still talk my shit, right?
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| What your tryna hear when you high?
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| What you wish they played on the radio at least one time?
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| It’s cool though! |
| We getting major paper on the underground
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| You thought it was them other fools, though it was us the whole time
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| Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
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| But son do what the sun do: rise
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| Hit the game like a Piñata, tryna get a prize
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| Outta riding, got me my bottom bitch, she give me the best top
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| A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
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| Best to wear your mittens, baby girl, cause I got
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| My top down, bitch in a bikini
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| My weed loud, I know you hear it screaming
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| I’m here now, what’s going on this evening
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| You could look the other way but I know you see me
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| I know you see it, I know you see it
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| I know you see it, nigga, I know you see it
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| I know you see it, I know you see it
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| You could look the other way, but I know you see it
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| Courtside, a few drinks
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| Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks
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| Spitta Andretti, I’m money on wheels
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| Like a Brink truck weight tough, nigga never budge
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| I’m a sphinx, what? |
| Marvel at my stance
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| Ask your girl what she think, she can’t even respond
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| Cause her mind is now mine fool, I ain’t lying
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| 'less it’s cross the couch, sleeping with my shoes on
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| Just in case I have to wake up and be out, once again it’s on
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| Mama bring my bong to the gameroom with nothing but some panties on
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| And them Bape socks that I gave you
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| Never once on probation but your man’s on his papers, spending them
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| Stacking them, filling them, wrapping them, lighting them, never passing them
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| I rolled it up myself and I don’t remember your help
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| That’s how we do it now, fall through the Jetset manor
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| Bring your own ounce, this is new Jet City, baby girl, rub yo titties |