| Okay, out here in Cali
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| Smoking on this green that look like Luigi
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| I got my Fiji, I’m finna take your girl to the water
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| Dis finna be a breeze!
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| Yard full of grass, raking up dough
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| Still on my shit who I’m makin' it fo?
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| House on the hills with the lake in the fron'
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| Old ass nigga should be takin' it slow
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| So what?
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| No, what yo cut ain’t mine
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| Nigga get up off my line
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| I’m back to the basics
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| Tracing shit
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| Gangbang nigga with the basic shit
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| Real P.I. |
| with amazing spits
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| So I never ever never have to chase a bitch
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| Dig it, and I came wit it
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| And your only hoe might get it, admit it
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| Locked in, locked out
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| Talk shit, get socked out
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| See, these is G’s
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| And this is finna be a breeze
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| Yeah, music, please
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| Dis finna be a breeze
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| And my keys
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| And my trees
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| Dis finna be a breeze
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| Yeah
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| Dis finna be a breeze
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| Music please
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| And my keys
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| And my trees
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| Picture me sitting in my throne alone
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| L.B.C. |
| yeah I’m on the moon
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| Zone to zone, I’ll roam in Rome
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| Solid as a rock, etched in stone
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| Retriever, retriever
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| Catch the bone
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| Big dog, baby
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| The rest are clones
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| Bass go boom with the baritone
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| Clearing shit up like a claritone
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| I’m really home, I’m barely gone
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| Look at my eyes, I’m really blown
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| Peoples is ready for me to rap
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| But I just took a whole bone to the neck
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| No sweat on the set
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| Sprinter van to the jet
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| Yeah, music, please
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| Dis finna be a breeze
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| Yeah, music, please
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| Dis finna be a breeze
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| And my keys
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| And my trees
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| Dis finna be a breeze
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| Yeah
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| Dis finna be a breeze
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| Music please
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| And my keys
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| And my trees
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| Fuck, whatchu got me on?
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| I thought dis was finna be a breeze
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| You got me on my knees begging God, please
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| For my soul back
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| I’m fried! |