| Demons, they be all around me
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| Thirty million on my mind, they be tryna' doubt me
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| And I been feelin' numb, and these bitches tryna drown me
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| Pull up in the black Benz, moved up from the Pilot
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| From the pilot, now I’m steady flyin'
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| Took the gang with me, did a weekend in Miami
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| Spent a hundred on them drugs, hundred hours drowsy
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| When I’m in New York, hit the «shmoney» like I’m Rowdy
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| Pull it out the lot, it depreciates
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| I got LV’s on my Keif, yeah
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| I got two R’s on my keychain
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| Damn I love them broads from the P state
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| Broke bitch let me fuck for some PF Changs
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| Drako in my skinny jeans, let my nuts hang
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| He tried to hold em' but he drop em' like the crane game
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| Drop some codeine on my white Tee, it left a pink stain
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| Turn it up, I go in and run it up
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| Fifteen hundred for a show so you know how I’m coming, yeah
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| Every time I’m in the booth, me and Sardi fuck it up
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| Shorty said she like my pics, I know Wepa won’t do me wrong
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| Bust down like ya name Thotiana
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| Takin pictures with me, I might have to charge ya'
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| Fake bitches only want you when you grindin
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| Fuck em' in the green room, have her singin' like Mariah
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| I like blue in my message like an iMessage
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| If the bubble turn green, bitch we ain’t textin'
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| If you got a Kik account, I think you sellin' pussy
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| I make these bitches reverse cowboy like I’m Garth Brooks
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| Nat Geo. |
| whip got butterfly doors
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| Artisanal, Margiela — I don’t rock no Tom Ford
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| Yeah, Chanel Sandals — I don’t rock no Jordan Concords
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| Fly private, twenty Louie bags at the Concourse, yeah
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| Demons, they be all around me
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| Thirty million on my mind, they be tryna' doubt me
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| And I been feelin' numb, and these bitches tryna drown me
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| Pull up in the black Benz, moved up from the Pilot
|
| From the pilot, now I’m steady flyin'
|
| Took the gang with me, did a weekend in Miami
|
| Spent a hundred on them drugs, hundred hours drowsy
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| When I’m in New York, hit the «shmoney» like I’m Rowdy |