| Said, rolling up when I want to
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| Drinking good when I want to
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| Riding round with my main bitch
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| She got her own weed, she stay blunted
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| Can’t say a young nigga ain’t stunting
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| Talk a lot boy, but they ain’t saying nothing
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| I’m walking, I’m talking like money
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| Probably on the beach, nigga where it’s sunny
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| Came a long way, but we ain’t done yet
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| Smoking on a blunt where the sun set
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| Nigga want a verse, where my funds at
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| Nigga smoke something, where your lungs at?
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| Say you smoke good, we don’t smell that
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| Say you run the city, can’t tell that
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| Pack on the way, where my mail at
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| And we smoke it all, we don’t sell that |