| Aye
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| Playa pimpin', smokin' prescriptions
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| Ridin' on a pimp slow
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| Niggas don’t know who the fuck this be Ramirez
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| I’m from the West Coast
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| Blowin' up on a purple stack, stackin' on my lean
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| Makin' my money, popin' a stain
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| Niggas should know that G.O.D.S be the team
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| Catch me lane switchin', that paint drippin'
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| I’m riding in my state, hoe
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| He dip for late, I’m getting away with my bottom bitch is your main hoe
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| Lavish living, changing my car like it was clothes
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| Poppin' my color, open my mouth
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| Then I’m showcasin' these golds
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| Rollin' in Hell and talking n' smokin' up on that Pretty Leaf
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| I switch gears on my player two and I’m maxing out on a high speed
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| Blowin', smokin' in Hell, that should begin the fucking chokin'
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| These flauntin' niggas talking shit but these niggas ain’t really know me
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| Rollin' up in the town, bitch
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| I’m sitting in sides and i’m swerving
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| Jet light to the next life with the currency cause i’m sparking
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| Stackin' on my fucking paper as I’m chillin in my condo
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| Your baby mama cookin' up some eggs while I’m playing Super Nintendo
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| Welcome aboard, NWA flight 069
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| It’s time to bust this coney y’all. |
| In a hot second, I’ll be hittin' them
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| switches and gettin' this bitch pumpin' and jumpin' |