| Trying to get my lighter to work and shit
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| Skeme yeah yeah
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| Neako sounding in
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| And uhmmmm
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| Living under the sun
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| Bitches breaking their neck because they already know where to go
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| Them niggas hatin cuz we doin good
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| Out in hollywood, but you know Im highly hood
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| Ooh now let me roll one for my niggas
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| Only the finest shit you know what I smoke
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| Ooh now let me roll one for my bitches
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| Baby say go, give me the word and we ghosts
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| And we ghosts, and we ghosts yeah yeah, and we ghosts
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| And we ghosts, and we ghosts yeah yeah, and we ghosts
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| Another trill workin the wheel, a gee not a flee
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| Game sold, never told, ain’t a damn thing free
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| Inglewood nigga from my hair to my feet
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| Rep the real until the end, if you the same we need to meet
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| So Im pouring up your wifey ho and her just cuz she know whats up
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| Blowing up so now they blowing us, Neako say roll 'em up
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| Double cup that ain’t no Robitussin I feel like whats the rush
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| This that SOX and LVL ain’t nothing over us
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| So pour up or roll up, pick your poison
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| Neako roll that loud, I guess them papers bring the noise
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| And my euro bitch imported, you niggas so unimportant
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| If getting money is the mission then mission never aborted, crooked
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| (3FTTS
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| We ghosts
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| And uhmmmm)
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| Highly medicated, come and toast Im rolling up
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| I know you niggas hate it, Chevy bending corners
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| I drive fast with no patience, my lady high maintenance
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| Bad as fuck with a big old butt her loving drives me crazy and
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| Lately Ive been thinkin, countin money just dreaming
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| High as fuck, s y r up cups got me beaming
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| SOX LVL you know well that Im a baller bitch
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| Whole lot of money to get and you know I need all of it
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| Them other niggas call it quits, the world’s turning
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| Get slick and I’ll fuck your bitch, my joint’s burning
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| And Im bossed up, a lot of nights its what it costed us
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| I remain the same when its all done |