| If I stand next to ice, then I’m camouflaged
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| If I stand next to lights, then I’m camouflaged
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| My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
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| My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
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| I don’t see you broads, I don’t see you broads
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| I don’t see you broads, I don’t see you broads
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| My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
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| My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
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| minded, winter coat claiming. |
| Cold
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| Fucking up your sinus, bitches might choke
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| I’m giving them the hymn lick, I’m a pimp
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| In my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch
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| Two chainz to figures each
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| I light the plane with Lucille: B.B. King
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| You don’t fuck with us, we don’t really fuck with y’all
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| We in the ocean playing bubble cause
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| Pocket full of money bitch, and my crew eating
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| Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel
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| Plain and pistol, this’s my last shot
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| Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf
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| Swear you haters couldn’t see me if I glowed in the dark
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| What it be like nigga? |
| What it look like ho?
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| Still shining a nigga,
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| two chains looking like it’s lightning doe
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| No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin'
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| Mo' bottles of Rosé, yeah you know who run it Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames
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| Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that’s my code name
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| I’m blowing money in this bitch, I think I’m Birdman
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| Trapping ain’t dead,
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| Bad bitches, whole lotta ass
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| Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash
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| In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog
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| Dry when shining, I’m a movie star
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| Open up the bank bitch, bring em large
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| Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off
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| Perpetrating’ll get your head bust
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| A hundred million, 'll get you dope flush
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| A new Bentley, you get a ho rush
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| Big money shit, we popping cause we came up Hella choppers, on them new thangs
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| Big yachts, brand new wings
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| Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame
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| Cardinal, Take Care is on my pinky ring |