| Shout out to the eastside
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| Haha, to the motherfucking westside
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| Haha, to the motherfucking northside
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| Yeah, to the motherfucking southside
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| It be the S.G.P. |
| cooling out in the breeze
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| As I think when I drink, riding out in my G’s
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| My G’s be the goddesses, the queens of the phonk
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| Ass fat, all black, vicky’s secret thong
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| My songs is for the goddesses who putting in work
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| At the job, come home, now she making it twerk
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| My style is similar to the magical smoke
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| Inhale every flow, smoking magical purp'
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| The world fucked up, so I stay low key
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| To avoid every drama to a certain degree
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| I’mma be, honest baby girl take a seat
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| I wanna fuck with you as I put you to sleep
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| I dream, every single day bout cream
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| While I stuff it in my pocket, sipping Alize and lean
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| It seem, the world would never get no better
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| I’m just laying with my bitch as I count this cheddar
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| Fuck what they say, I’mma do me (nigga I’mma do me)
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| All on the beat, I got the crowd singing
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| No time for ducking, no time for hating
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| Getting straight to this money, so fuck the procrastinating
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| Hella niggas be waiting, for me to fall
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| But if I get back up, just know I’m gonna ball
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| Sip alcohol as it burn my pain
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| Looking down at the town, vibing out to the rain
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| Fuck all the haters, they just motivators
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| Mind on a mill, with mansions and elevators
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| Got navigators, cruising just like a playa'
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| Picking up these bitches, and dig them like Justin Slayer
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| I say my prayers, when I go to sleep
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| Cause I know if I don’t, the fucking demons gon' creep
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| I peep, everything, scoping out devils
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| The evil shit I seen, turned me into a rebel |