| Hella Sketchy
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| Woah, ayy
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| Yeah, ouu
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| Ayy
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| Woah, stacking all this dough
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| Now she hit my phone when she all alone
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| On do not disturb, when I’m all up in my zone
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| I’m a punk star, feeling like the Rolling Stones
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| I’m a pop star, yeah
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| Walk up in this bih, wood sparked, yeah
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| I’m a rock star, yeah
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| All of these other niggas, they just play the part
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| Woah, girl just tell me where you really wanna go
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| Always stay in silence, you may never know
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| Cookie’s in the blunt so I’m always gone
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| I’ll be in the cut till I make it on
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| Woah, stacking all this dough
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| Now she hit my phone when she all alone
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| On do not disturb, when I’m all up in my zone
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| I’m a punk star, feeling like the Rolling Stones
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| My girl a mean girl, you don’t go here
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| You ain’t with my gang, why you show here
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| I could see the bag and it’s so near
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| I could see the guap, this is my year
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| I just need new drip, new drip, new bread
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| I don’t need a new bitch, need new head
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| That’s yo favorite bitch and she left you on read
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| All these niggas dying out, they need them a med
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| Woah, stacking all this dough
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| Now she hit my phone when she all alone
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| On do not disturb, when I’m all up in my zone
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| I’m a punk star, feeling like the Rolling Stones
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| Woah, stacking all this dough
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| Now she hit my phone when she all alone
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| On do not disturb, when I’m all up in my zone
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| I’m a punk star, feeling like the Rolling Stones |