| My jeans pimple faced
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| My Ricky’s never laced
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| I put some diamonds in my mouth
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| That’s real expensive taste
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| Break in and get that fetti
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| Then we gon' do the race
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| They locked my nigga up
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| I hope he beat that case
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| She gotta attitude
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| That money fix her face
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| Come down my avenue
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| My nigga fix your fate
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| My whole team eating good
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| Nigga come and fix your plate
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| She stay on photoshop
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| I’ma call her pixel-face
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| I been tryna eat my cake
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| I eat like anime
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| My niggas keep them drums
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| We pull up like parade
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| If you see where I came from, you would celebrate
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| Acne on my jeans (Yeah)
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| Jolie on my tee (Yeah)
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| I be just chasing dreams
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| BMW on my key (Yeah)
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| I was just down back
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| They was testing on my pee (Yeah)
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| Heard they got my feature
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| That shit came with a fee (Yeah)
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| Only nigga from my class
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| Countin' up these racks, hoe
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| All them people dummy bad
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| Turn me to an asshole
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| Only two seats in this coupe
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| You can’t fit in my back bro
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| Feel like glue was on my shoes
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| I’m stuck inside my bag, hoe
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| My old girl was average
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| Now I got a bad bitch
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| Packing all my baggage
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| Travel like an atlas
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| If you was like me, you’d probably do it to
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| But I guess that’s not the case
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| Cause I’m seeing better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| I been chasing all the guap
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| Tryna see some better days
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I’m a shopaholic, bitch
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| Balling is my hobby
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| When I’m in the whip
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| She gon give me sloppy toppy
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| When I get her home she gon give me that punani
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| Imma keep it G man
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| Call me John Gotti
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| I can make a dollar stretch
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| Just like it do pilates
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| I don’t catch L’s
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| Nigga, I will catch a body
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| I been making all this money
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| Nigga, I’m Illuminati
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| Poured up a fanta
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| That shits polluted
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| When I play dumb, watch
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| I’ll go stupid
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| Niggas gon' say what they want on computers
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| I’ll pull your heart right out your chest
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| Like I’m Cuban
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| Keep a cool 100
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| But my niggas boiling
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| I should be a model
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| The way that they shooting
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| You was just square
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| Like you made out of Rubiks
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| Fuck all that talking, Lil Nigga
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| Just do it
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| These niggas pussy
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| They leaking out fluids
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| They money old
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| Like it came out the ruins
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| You got a gun
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| But I don’t see you shooting
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| Say you a snake
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| But I already knew it
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| Diamonds in my mouth
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| Give a young nigga toothache
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| Tryna get up on the team
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| But it’s way too late
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| Beat a nigga ass, wipe the mess up
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| Turn my hands red
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| Like I just made strawberry Kool Aid |