| Knowing I’m a look
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| Cool in them
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| Black and white pictures
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| When they talk about
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| Underground rappers
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| Gettin high and making history
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| I’m sick and tired these niggas
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| Claiming they as sick as me
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| They lying I checked your chart
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| Your file saying you soft
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| Something fishy hoe nigga
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| You more bass then boss
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| Off the boat small fries
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| And stowaways get tossed
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| Can’t party on the shore with us fool
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| Get yo floaties up, kiddy pool nigga
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| Ain’t really that cool
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| Can’t follow these moves
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| You need more expensive shoes
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| Working out smoking strong
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| On a week long cruise
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| Bonfire with theses bitches
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| Singing songs to the moon
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| Too high to judge
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| Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
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| Fuck her brains out and settle the grudge
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| Back shot revenge style, ain’t no love
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| Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
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| Cover my tracks don’t let my bitch know where I was
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| Sticking to the script thought I’m improvising a bit
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| Same as my OG’s but I put the Jets in the mix
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| Classic like Eddie Murphy’s SNL skits
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| Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
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| On my flint 13's, no retro 3m reflective
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| Ya bitch tight recklessing my DM’s
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| Sexting tryna see him
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| Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
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| I’m building one of them hunny
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| I know that’s why you want me, success is my cologne
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| I spray that bottle all on me, yea, yea jet life |