| Tabbed in the Jag on the way to the party
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| Hot box and tops dropped the backdrop scenery
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| Roll greenery, none opposed
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| Gnawing amateur flows
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| Hope, going for gold, rolls and
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| Major league, majorly marinate the green
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| Pull your roof back from the snare and the hat
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| That lure of the fast life, jewelry and cash like
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| High and never crash ever last, never last
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| Like lumber in the dash, Prada stash life light show
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| Blind glow, my kingdom, my dime froze
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| Rhyme, feeble rhyme, lethal niggas
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| We breaking ankles, picking Rolls
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| Set and stone with the medallion
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| Champ chant with the weh weh
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| Donned in the Bentley
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| Gloomy in the Bimmer
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| North star jarred in the two seater
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| Ain’t a damn thing change but the change in our names
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| Known chrome, wrap the gold
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| 100 spoke, flow chase
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| Pyramid allegiance till my tombstone
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| Base baked
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| Roof blown, speeding in the coupe
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| Pedal metal
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| Never ducking from the blue
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| Now it’s about to look and name
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| Ringing chain, catalogued
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| , never fall
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| Lookin in your eyes
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| Take you back your
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| Take you by surprise
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| Make you understand
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| (Unfinished) |