| It’s the tan Peter Pan, pecan sedan
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| Butterscotch boss, butterscotch Vans
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| Watch me spend them grands, watch me run up them bands
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| Bright wristlet, left blank disc
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| Reveal what she missed, pour a six in my Sunkist
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| Now watch me pass the time, Rolex with lemon-lime
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| Lemon pepper, lemon garlic table salt
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| Drop the top smoking Lamborghini leg lock
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| I made a hundred grand today, and it wasn’t even payday
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| Salmon serpent soup, now I’m Babe Ruth
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| I used to hoop, with crushed jewels on my tooth
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| It feels good riding 'round like it’s a test drive
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| It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
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| It feels good hanging out with the gang all night
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| It feels good knowing that everything’s all right
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| It feels good, good, good
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| It feels good, good, good
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| It feels good, good, good
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| It feels good, good, good
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| On Versace walkie-talkies, in the Oval Office
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| Dust my shoes off like Dustin Hoffman
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| Jumped off the Buick like Bon Jovi
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| Codeine in my coffee, keep these haters off me
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| Them grands I spend often, higher than a flying saucer
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| Look who it is, the butterscotch Herschel Walker
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| When it rained on Biscayne, codeine tears on window pane
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| 40 days 40 nights, wall clean, Oreo cream soda
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| Syrup in my soda keeps the chip off my shoulder
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| Every year I get older, my wrist get colder
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| My chain keeps changing weather, it’s bipolar
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| JODY HiGHROLLER
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| It feels good riding 'round like it’s a test drive
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| It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
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| It feels good hanging out with the gang all night
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| It feels good knowing that everything’s all right
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| It feels good, good, good
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| It feels good, good, good
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| It feels good, good, good
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| It feels good, good, good |