| Got me living that fast life
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| I think a nigga need to slow it down
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| Stack my paper get in and out
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| Niggas know what I am talking about, yeah
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| Oh, might take your golds
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| Oh, might take your shit
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| Leave me your dope and your girl
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| Might pimp on that bitch
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| Got a tech and I’m sprayin
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| Look man, huh, I’m just sayin
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| Cause I’m smiling and bustin
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| Y’all bitches think that I’m playin
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| From the home of the trill
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| Cadillac and wood wheel
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| Bodies dropping when I’m p--p-poppin up in your grill
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| Give a shit how you feel
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| Bitch I’m cockin to buck
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| We could fight or just bust off these slugs
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| I could give a fuck, yeah!
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| High gone off that dro
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| Bitch nigga what you know
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| So sick of being po' and tired
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| Then tired then po'
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| So get on flo'
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| Hoe, give me your dough
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| Oh catch the b-blow
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| From this uh forty-fo'
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| Me I be so tr-trill
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| In this C-Coupe Deville
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| Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
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| Before I g-g-get killed
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| Boys snortin them hills
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| Girls poppin them pills
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| Trying to buy some la-love
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| In this world through dollar bills, yeah!
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| Vibe to the beat
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| Bust a swisha sweet
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| Fill it up with dro
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| Nigga you know
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| What’s about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere
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| All my real niggas sing it loud
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| Smoke, smoke on
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| Get your swisha sweets nigga and
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| Smoke on, smoke on |