| I hope to god that I ain’t dreamin'
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| I hope it all went to (???)
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| Baby, I’m the new believer
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| New image for you
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| (Verse)
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| When in time, with these chicks I’m on a cruise ship
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| Black gloves, stash love, I’m leavin' no prints
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| I pray to God, dawg, it’s very necessary
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| I free slaves, my wave is very legendary
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| Big pause, my dawgs, play is secondary
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| It’s hard to breathe, jeesh, she keeps tellin' me
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| Botched out, sky wound, chill, my co-5
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| Man, these bitches go wild, got 'em cushin' on my coast now
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| They wanna do dope now, now they wanna get stroked now
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| I get these bitches coast, now it’s probably cause it’s ghost out
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| Now these bitches wanna go down
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| Now they wanna go to Ghost Town
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| Shawty, keep it in the coast, now
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| I think I need a boat now, huh?
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| Lables on my jack, now, I guess it’s cause I’m hot now
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| Got me cruising wit my top down
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| Got me fuckin' up the block now
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| I probably need to slow down
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| But I feel like I’m grown now
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| Cause I can get it on my own now
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| Got me feelin' like I’m Corb now
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| Such a Rolling Stone, now
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| Now niggas wanna smoke out
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| Now niggas wanna poke now
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| But they need to jock down
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| Got me feeling like I’m Pac now, huh
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| Or Biggie getting popped now
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| 'Cause I’m hated by the cops now
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| They wanna see me locked down
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| But I keep 'em locked out
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| I ain’t gettin' locked up
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| I be like lock who?!
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| Show 'em how to block, du'
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| Niggas hate to see not cool
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| Niggas hate cause they not you
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| Niggas figment, that’s not cool
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| Keep it real, man, that’s not you
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| Got the keys to the town, boy
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| Got the keys on the rim, boy
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| Put the keys and just jam, boy
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| You get the keys and get land lord
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| With the brand new keys on the brand new strip
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| Brand new fiends, got a brand new hitch
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| Brand new meal with a brand new bitch
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| Cause every other girl got a brand new quip
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| And every other girl got back suit quick
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| No, ain’t no other chick that could take this stick |