| We get high, we get fat, huh
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| Take trips to Miami, huh
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| I ain’t got nun for no rotten hoe
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| I got unlimited cheat codes, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| I got unlimited cheat codes
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| My life in a fast car
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| I really delete hoes
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| My love in a past tense
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| SR and a T hoe, I live for this fast shit
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| Trackhawk see the white smoke
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| I’m leavin' with ashes
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| Proper for the white folks
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| I’m ignorant and classy
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| She tell that I’m Satan
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| She blessed that she had me
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| Told her that I’m always high and she really just asked me
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| Honest to the most high, and I’m sittin' here gladly
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| Copper gon' profile, so niggas go faster
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| God look right down on me, the ceiling is glassy
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| I’ma score in rush hour, and sober in traffic
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| This bitch want more problem, I let her not have it
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| She’d be the end of me, and I’m curious what happened
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| 5 percent tints so I’m more cozy in traffic
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| Skippin' on these Brembos, that I’ma go faster
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| I’m from when the wind blow, I’m duckin' disaster
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay
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| I got unlimited cheat codes
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| My life in a fast car, ay, ay
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| I got unlimited cheat codes
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| My life in a fast car
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| I really delete hoes
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| My love in the past tense |