| Everything lit
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| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
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| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
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| Scared of being broke
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| I meet my connect on a boat
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| No time to waste, I got to go
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| Everything lit
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| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
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| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
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| Scared of being broke
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| I meet my connect on a boat
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| No time to waste, I got to go
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| Everything lit
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| Walking all alone like Denzel in Book of Eli
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| 88 aura, velour sweatsuit Fila (old school!)
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| Connect answered the phone like… meet I
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| I got a couple pieces, I hope you got you a nina
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| I’m watching Selena with a bitch from Argentina
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| She just copped a Beamer, can’t pass this bitch steamer
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| Only me and her can fit in it, a two seats
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| Black Rose knocking she called up like two divas
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| Now it’s looking like me and three bitches
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| Fame is kind of cool but at the end I need riches
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| You set it on fire, can’t mend bridges
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| I’m in the Benz just fucking with twin sisters
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| Like Tia and Tamara, I’m giving her space
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| You crowd her and don’t allow her
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| Fresher than a shower, counting money by the hour
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| Kush in New York, click-off, got heavy, dour
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| Blunted watching Power
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| Everything lit
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| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
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| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
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| Scared of being broke
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| I meet my connect on a boat
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| No time to waste, I got to go
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| Everything lit
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| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
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| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
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| Scared of being broke
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| I meet my connect on a boat
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| No time to waste, I got to go
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| Everything lit
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| Bad bitches, whole lot of smoke
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| Quarter million dollars worth of dope, I’m the Hulk
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| They ain’t want me in the streets to get married
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| So what we do, we ran off and we elope
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| Lose a lot of blood then you start to get sleepy
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| you know what that is weekly
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| You tell me go to hell and I’ma tell you to meet me
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| The fire’s right here, the desire is what completes me
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| Piff, liquor, and molly, chicks getting their roll on
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| I’m just walking round the highrise with my Robe on
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| Keep the crib warmer, used to have to leave the stove on
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| Let’s get right to the money, ain’t no need to prolong
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| Paper ain’t right, headshots with the four long
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| Niggas fall off cause they don’t know how to hold on
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| If them people grab you, don’t ever sing shit
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| You ain’t gotta light nothing up my nigga cause…
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| Everything lit
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| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
|
| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
|
| Scared of being broke
|
| I meet my connect on a boat
|
| No time to waste, I got to go
|
| Everything lit
|
| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
|
| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
|
| Scared of being broke
|
| I meet my connect on a boat
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| No time to waste, I got to go
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| Everything lit
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| Check it from the aura to the feet
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| Probably just pulled a lick, got a drug deal to meet
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| Pull up in the six to the mix like we read
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| Got a handgun, pretty big zip full of weed from the south side
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| Hope a prayer shift to the east
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| In the zone might try to break bones of police
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| Whoever didn’t eat may be feast when the beast die
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| Used to slang on, Jackson and Buenavista
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| Always painted a picture, none of 'em Mona Lisa
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| It’s more like my tongue is the brush
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| Kiss said we gettin' money, P it comes in a rush
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| So the guns in the clutch and the car is the clutch
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| Ask myself is a mansion and foreign enough
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| Answer no cause you know you seen the yards and the cuffs
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| Got a lot but I ain’t ask Allah for enough
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| So I’m searching for the balance, my niggas pull out a chalice
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| Everything lit
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| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
|
| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
|
| Scared of being broke
|
| I meet my connect on a boat
|
| No time to waste, I got to go
|
| Everything lit
|
| Bad bitch, whole lot of smoke
|
| Hundred thousand dollars worth of coke
|
| Scared of being broke
|
| I meet my connect on a boat
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| No time to waste, I got to go
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| Everything lit |