| Still mobbin' with the click, yeah
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| Keep talking that shit, yeah
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| And niggas know what it is
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| Slid through the strip
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| Had to get this bitch lit, yeah
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| Hey, you already know how I do it
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| Young nigga I do that, yeah
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| Hey, you already know how I do it
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| Young nigga I do that, yeah
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| Now I max like the theater
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| If you can snatch it from me
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| You can be with her, huh
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| Like fuck the dumb shit
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| California player, from the Himalayans
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| Balling cunger cross the block of prayer
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| Nigga fuck you haters, I be feeling…
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| I be feeling high enough to fly
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| Like if I stop smoking, I would fall about the sky, ah
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| These bitches don’t know about me
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| I told her learn the alphabet, because she don’t know about a G, ah
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| I don’t know nothing if it ain’t my business
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| I ain’t even see it, if I was a witness,(laugh)
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| Hate me now or hate me later
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| You can say whatever either way you still a hater, ah
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| I don’t give a fuck about a lot of thangs
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| I just want the money, you can keep the fame
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| Yeah
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| Young Bayllian, dig me no Paleon-tologist
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| Go reefer, no tolerance
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| Go out and get work and pass out in it
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| Young Dominic, catch up, no condiment
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| From the Bay where I be going dumb and ghost riding whips
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| If it ain’t about money, we ain’t co-signing it
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| Don’t spit, I be rhymer than nigga idda went
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| Like around the whole world, homie, 7 continents
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| Swagged out every day, Imma start modellin'
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| Got the juice like Pac, tell 'em come bottle it
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| We could tell the fake fans, homie when you spotting it
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| Got the shit tied up, homie I be knottin' it
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| Work around like nodelist
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| I be balling honey, I deserve a bobble head, uh
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| In the game like a controller
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| Tell her drop it to the floor for a young soldier, ah |