| Chillin' in LA in the hills, eyes on the phone
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| Mike Amiri jeans cost a band‚ shirt say VLONE
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| I’m glancing at my watch‚ Gary did his thing on the stones
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| That’s when my phone ring‚ I’m like, «Damn, what’s goin' on?»
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| It’s this pretty bad bitch that I met outside the club
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| I pulled in somethin' 2019 dressed like the plug
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| When I jump out‚ my shirt smell like Creed, pants hold a dub
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| Bitch, I’m the flyest nigga you seen‚ show me some love
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| I’m like, «Yeah, bae, what’s goin' on? |
| I’m tryna get to know you»
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| Hop out, we grab some lunch from Malibu and Nobu
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| I scooped her up, we slid to the spot, and now we toastin'
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| I’m tryna take you back to the crib, let’s go get closer, yeah
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| You know what I’m sayin', baby?
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| You dealing with a one of a kind nigga right now, you know?
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| I ain’t local, baby, I’m global, you know what I’m talkin' 'bout?
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| Fuckin' with the right one, I’ll change your whole situation
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| Let’s get it
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| We jump back in the whip, now we headed back to the loft
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| That’s when she realized that I’m different, bitch, I’m a boss
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| I’m tryna put my balls in her hole, but this ain’t golf
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| I pulled her pants down, this bitch easier than I thought
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| I slid the rubber on, I ain’t crazy, I barely now
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| Think I’ma go out like Eazy E, bitch, what you smokin'?
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| I’m hittin' her from the back, slapped her ass, and then I choked her
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| I fucked her off the Perc' for an hour, I got her open
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| I bust a nut, I pulled up my pants, now she look different
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| I don’t know what the fuck I was thinkin', I must was trippin'
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| She had me fooled, I thought she was cool, was it the liquor?
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| That’s when I thought about her, she fucked all these rap niggas, damn
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| Man, when I first seen the bitch, she was so fine I would’ve never thought
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| But you know, when I thought about it, I’m like damn
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| Out here, these bitches fuckin' all the rappers, huh
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| Fuck it, let’s go |