| Lean overflowing like New Orleans' broken levies
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| No relationship with hoes, I just want that Becky
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| I’m bout my money, I gets my fetti
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| Street nigga, north Memphis, bitch I still rep it
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| Smokin' weed from the bong
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| And the lean got my sprung
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| Molly in my veins got my heart beatin' like a drum
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| Grinding on my teeth like a nigga chewing gum
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| Eye’s Chinese tight, but I don’t, work at Yung’s
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| Juicy so high I feel like that I am on a cloud
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| Weed don’t talk, but the shit I got here loud
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| After the show we grab the groupie hoes, I’m smokin' out
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| No smoke for free, no IOU’s, no I don’t do no vowels
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| The club doped out, we dove in
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| Shawty got that ass poked out, but I’m pokin'
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| I get that cap and gown, like I’m graduatin'
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| Shawty straight, on the bed, she ain’t hesitatin'
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| I’m on that loud, you on that hush
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| Nigga I’m the shit, can’t even flush
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| I’m gettin' money ballin', with out a contract
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| I ain’t gotta smoke for you to catch a contact
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| I shoot guns, I don’t blow guns
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| Smoke so much I should’ve had four lungs
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| I’m smokin', 'till my money gone
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| And that’s no time soon, cause my money long |