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| keeps flashing
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| And the days keep passing…
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| Fuckin' all the females in my photo shoots
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| Pullin' off in a strawberry soda Coupe
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| Clear glass pass, no roof
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| So they know it’s you
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| Then we shoot a video so they know it’s true
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| Goldin' Veuve
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| Got a young nigga signed to Sub Pop
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| Play my record
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| Gunshot make the club hot
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| Hug blocks holdin' hub rocks at the bus stop
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| Now my clique clutch knots
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| Lettin' bub pop…
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| The bub pop
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| Shout out to my nigga Ishmael
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| Shit’s real, now they know I got the fishscale
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| The kid’s ill, so my niggas never miss bail
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| Touch down, hit your stage then we split scrill
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| How you feel?
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| You wasn’t fuckin' with my last shit?
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| Just relax while you listen to the classic
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| Ruthie Dean’s free
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| Aaron John, Scott Patrick in paradise
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| In the rarest ice, white fabrics…
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| My grandmother at the gates where the angels sing
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| Take flight, feathers fall from an angel’s wings…
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| And the days keep passing…
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| Yeah, I lost a couple friends…
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| It’s beautiful though
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| I pop mo'
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| Hella women in beautiful clothes
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| Cookies by the O |
| Another show
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| Spend time on the road
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| Now everywhere I go I’m on the radio
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| Yeah, I lost a couple women it’s beautiful though…
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| Hit the dro
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| Know they hearing my beautiful flow
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| See my video
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| Now they jealous like all of my foes
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| And I’m pullin' up on ‘em in a UFO
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| And the days keep passing…
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| Fuck you thought?
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| Me and Tele connected again…
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| B.Roc, MFB, and Kemtik again
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| Don’t stop, get it, let it pop, then I hit your friend
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| She exquisite with the top
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| Then I’m in the wind
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| And I’ll prolly never talk to the bitch again
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| I’m in a '75 Chevy, nigga fuck a Benz
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| Dank, wet paint, digi-dash on some custom rims…
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| It feel like a splash when you jumpin' in
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| Yeah, to all my people in the back row
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| And anyone that bought a ticket to my last show
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| Ike, Nate Jack, me and my nigga Ca$htro…
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| Bitches back stage and we cuttin' up the cash flow
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| Heard a couple of these rappers was sayin' my name…
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| Playin' games with a nigga
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| I stay in my lane
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| Now I’m on tour across shores
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| I stay on a plane. |
| And I ain’t fuckin' with your whore
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| So I stay in her brain… damn |
| To the all the niggas that don’t think I can…
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| I’m watchin' you go broke while I feed the fam
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| And we watchin' your girl choke while we chiefin' grams
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| And we in the south of France or we in Japan
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| Yeah, I lost a couple friends…
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| It’s beautiful though
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| I pop mo'
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| Hella women in beautiful clothes
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| Cookies by the O
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| Another show
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| Spend time on the road
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| Now everywhere I go I’m on the radio
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| Yeah, I lost a couple women it’s beautiful though…
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| Hit the dro
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| Know they hearing my beautiful flow
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| See my video
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| Now they jealous like all of my foes
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| And I’m pullin' up on ‘em in a UFO
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| And the days keep passing…
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| But it just keeps flashing…
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| Live in the moment…
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| Sounds so high
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| But it just keeps flashing
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| It’s the time of our lives
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| But it just keeps flashing
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| And the days keep passing…
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| The golden one. |
| What’s up with it bro? |
| It’s Ish' man calling you from the Czech
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| Republic in Prague man. |
| I was thinkin' about my dude man, seeing how the land
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| lays, you know? |
| Everything’s swelling well out here. |
| Can’t wait for you to get
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| out here and touch these lands man among other things man, you know? |
| But, uh, shit’s fresh man. |
| Just wonder how your head is, how the Watercolors
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| is dripping out. |
| You know I can’t wait to hear something man. |
| I’ma be back
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| toward the end of the month. |
| So ??. |
| But I hope everything is good bro. |
| Aight?
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| Tell all the niggas I say wussup too. |
| One… |