| Born and raised in the city where it never rains
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| And everywhere I see that Gucci Mane
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| Diamond rings and black designer shades, yeah
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| Famous friends take me around so I get perfect 10's
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| Leaving lipstick on my camera lens
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| Oh, everyday it’s like I’m born again, yeah
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| Bikini top, you’ve got your hair pulled back
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| West coast, let’s coast, Zapp & Roger on the radio
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| Drop top on my Cadillac, all gold, you know
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| People staring everywhere that we go
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| Poppin' Rose wine like it’s summer time, yeah
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| Can’t hide how much we shine, we hot like 105
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| West coast, west coast, west coast
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| Wood grain, leather seats stick to those perfect legs
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| Sun is shining on my candy paint
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| Like a dream up in this purple haze, yeah
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| Flawless hair flowing freely in this flawless air
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| Got me feeling like a millionaire
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| King and queen we make a perfect pair, yeah
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| Bikini top, you’ve got your hair pulled back
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| West coast, let’s coast, Zapp & Roger on the radio
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| Drop top on my Cadillac, all gold, you know
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| People staring everywhere that we go
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| Poppin' Rose wine like it’s summer time, yeah
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| Can’t hide how much we shine, we hot like 105
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| West coast, west coast, west coast
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| Bikini top, you’ve got your hair pulled back
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| West coast, let’s coast, 2Pac on the radio
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| Drop top on my Cadillac, all gold, you know
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| People staring everywhere that we go
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| Bikini top, you’ve got your hair pulled back
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| West coast, let’s coast, Zapp & Roger on the radio
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| Drop top on my Cadillac, all gold, you know
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| People staring everywhere that we go
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| Poppin' Rose wine like it’s summer time, yeah
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| Can’t hide how much we shine, we hot like 105
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| West coast, west coast, west coast |