| I see Boats at the Dock
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| Boosters in Barbershops
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| Barbeques knock
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| Police in the parking lot
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| Pistols cocked, pop
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| Grow up
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| Murder make it hot
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| Get shot
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| Summertime
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| Niggas talk a lot
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| Off the block
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| Crowded at the car wash
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| Called out his name
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| Cuddy finna spark off
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| Popped off
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| 4.5 took his top off
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| Wrong nigga hit somebody in the cross walk
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| Shit is fucked up
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| It’s a short life
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| So fill my cup up baby bring me more ice
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| See you only live once
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| But I heard ya die twice
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| Earn your respect coming at a high price
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| Burn through your checks spend it all in the night
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| Learn from regret bet it all on the dice
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| Open up prometh pour it all in the sprite
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| I turn down a check bet it all on the mic
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| I been looking for the light
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| Shit is fucked up
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| It’s a short life
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| So fill my cup up baby bring me more ice
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| See you only live once
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| But I heard ya die twice
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| Earn your respect coming at a high price
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| Burn through your checks spend it all in the night
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| Shit is fucked up
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| It’s a short life
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| So fill my cup up baby bring me more ice
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| See you only live once
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| But I heard ya die twice
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| Earn your respect coming at a high price
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| Burn through your checks spend it all in the night
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| I been lookin' for the light
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| Pass me the bud brody
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| Smoked out Buick regal with my blood homies
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| Chiefing in the Cadilac with my crip homies
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| Crack a bottle of the heen take a sip homie
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| Zip on me, clip on me, when I’m outside
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| Eyes wide weed smoke make my mouth dry
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| Alki summertime give me butterflys
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| High in the middle of July
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| When my brother died
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| East side drug dealers in the Foreign ride
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| DMT doors open from the other side
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| West side bank hood is gettin' televised
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| Young niggas makin' millions off of credit cards
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| South side all my niggas put ya hood up
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| If ya floatin' in the coupe or a good truck
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| Tryna make it out the hood brody good luck
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| Dice game get killed for a few bucks
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| Shit is fucked up
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| It’s a short life
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| So fill my cup up baby bring me more ice
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| See you only live once
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| But I heard ya die twice
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| Earn your respect coming at a high price
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| Burn through your checks spend it all in the night
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| I been lookin for the light
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| Light show
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| Night go
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| Bright flow
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| Hi ho, Hi ho, Hi ho
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| I been lookin for the light
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| Light show
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| Night go
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| Bright flow
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| Hi ho
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| Got a Glock in my pants
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| She can feel it when we dance
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| I ain’t wavin' shit
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| I reveal it then it blam
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| Saving all my chips
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| I’mma spend it with the fam
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| Money make my palms itch I can feel it in my hands
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| XJA Interior is ten
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| Breaking down the sweet
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| I’mma fill it with a gram
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| Got my CD on repeat
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| Cause I’m iller than your man
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| Me and shorty on the beach
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| Tip Toeing through the sand
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| Corner store couture
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| Kush in my cargos
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| My nigga Jay stay winning at the car shows
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| Red six four
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| Malibus, Monte Carlos
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| Chrome on the floor
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| Calico in his Tahoe
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| Walk slow take ya hoes through the condo
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| Ya baby mama, little sista, and ya aunt know
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| Porter Ray pretty nigga with the raw flow
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| We pop remy, rock pennies, and we spark dro
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| Chillin' in the cut |