| Homey look at me, yeah
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| Why you mad? |
| 30 chains on shining like bling
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| I see you mad, you want me down to my last dollar
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| All they holler like clean!
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| There they go, there they go, there they go
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| Shining so clean, there they go, there they go, there they go
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| Shining so clean, diamonds clear, million dollar meetings in the air
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| Fly talk Medusa face on everything I wear
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| Drop head, I’m laid back, I don’t count money, I weight that
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| I pop ace, straight jack, I buy new, I don’t trade back
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| Ha, me and Harry in that two door, got that hoodie when that sudo flowing
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| Smoke with that roof off flying high
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| I be riding round with that marvelo, got a hundred rounds of a hundred pounds
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| 30 grand did a hundred shows, like ha
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| Them cryin'
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| They want me on the corner, watch mine die
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| Back blocks since hair lock, cash in I jail out
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| Big shows I sell out, real I bail out
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| I’m riding ninja stars, 850 v12
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| I’m futuristic, clean mine with the seashells
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| These bitches do my feet, then place the heat to your cheeks
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| So I can chew the beef in Greece
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| The linen hanging loose now, let the loot pile
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| Doing indos in the coup, wild, with the roof down
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| And it’s pouring rain, round I put this knife right through your daughter’s name
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| We smoking different colors like when the autumn came
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| Oh, seen me sitting on the softest leather
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| No, me and these never walked together
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| They just want me for these things I have acquired
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| Yo, when I told you that I loved you I was lying
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| Smoke some |