| Nah, come on T, man
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| Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
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| They’re boys, man, baby boys
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| Still got Oysters and that
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| Not even oyster for petrols
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| Time’s different on their wrists
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| Oh my God, look at my Roley
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| Look at my squad, like holy moly
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| Oh my God, look at my Roley
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| Look at my squad
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| Yeah, fuck it, I’m a selfish prick
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| Stacking I go getting rich
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| Rocking YSL and shit
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| You in the ghetto getting nicked
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| Champagne glasses in the whip
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| Moses told me that it’s lit
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| I’ve got makeup on my dick
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| Holy cow, holy shit
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| Wore no collars when we met
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| Make up stories in their heads
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| When this morning, made some eggs
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| For your bae in my bed
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| I have things but not success
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| I got steaks and overheads
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| Closed mouths don’t get fed
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| Boy, you tired, go to bed
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| I’m alive and I’m a ledge
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| You’re alive, so why you dead?
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| in the flesh
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| Boujee bastard in the flesh
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| Niggas say it with their chest
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| I just say it, then it’s pressed
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| 'Raris in the SLS
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| Parties in the SLS
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| Oh my God, look at my Roley
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| Look at my squad, like holy moly
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| Oh my God, look at my Roley
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| Look at my squad
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| I’m-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck
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| God, I hate these sycophants
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| Everything that’s in my head
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| Sound like Kanye when he raps
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| I don’t do this for my 'Gram
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| I don’t do this for no bants
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| Why you tweeting me this shit?
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| You ain’t fucking relevant
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| Someone tell 'em that I’m woke
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| Someone tell 'em that he’s broke
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| Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
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| In Australia for a show
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| You in Shoreditch doing coke
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| I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Kings all in my lineage
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| No trace, no witness
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| Pray to God for forgiveness
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| Lambo all tinted
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| The kids all know the plate
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| Chicks go all the way
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| It’s one phone call away
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| Oh my God, look at my Roley
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| Look at my squad, like holy moly
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| Oh my God, look at my Roley
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| Look at my squad
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| I’m a boss
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| In a Porsche
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| It’s very posh
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| Too much sauce
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| Too much sauce
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| And my house is like my exes
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| Too much sauce
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| My Lamborghini
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| It look like Jaws
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| That’s not a Roley
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| It’s Michael Kors
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| Too much sauce
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| You best run back to your older boy
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| I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy
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| Like rah |