| Like a Dylan Cole sprouse
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| That’s my twin it’s some mischief
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| If it ever go south
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| We gon ride till this shit isn’t
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| Get your feelings thrown out
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| Learn it early you get dismissed
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| Life is suite — I’m bout my bidness
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| Ice my teeth and blonde my tips bitch
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| Unbothered
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| Hectic is my hobby
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| Check us when we checkin we fuckin up the lobby
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| Tisdale in her bag
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| Fishtale bring it back
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| Show out for me on the balcony
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| Might be a lil ring attached
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| If that head right
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| There every night or whatever biggie done said
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| I spend less time on my check I’m just not right in my head
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| She confess I need rest time but baby I’m too blessed
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| They said birds a feather flock together
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| Bitch we breaded — Dylan Cole in the flesh
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| Like a Dylan Cole sprouse
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| That’s my twin it’s some mischief
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| If it ever go south
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| We gon ride till this shit isn’t
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| Get your feelings thrown out
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| Learn it early you get dismissed
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| Life is suite — I’m bout my bidness
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| Ice my teeth and blonde my tips bitch
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| I done moved to upper echelon
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| Now I feel so special
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| Dinner table with my necklace on
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| Momma call me extra
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| It’s some Polo sheets I’m resting on
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| I am just a vessel
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| Tell my bros get their fiesta on
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| We don’t live forever
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| I’m on a spree
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| It need all of me
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| How they move really don’t be appalling me
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| I was 5 finger fucking up the dollar tree
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| Now it’s 5 hoes tryna talk astrology
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| Sorry money calling me
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| Wave going nautical yeah
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| Try to play the kid, I call audibles
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| Fuck her then adios
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| Getting to the pot gold ooh
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| I might give her 2 then I gotta snooze ooh
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| Me and bro ride, like we on the loose ooh
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| Two peas a long way from the Honda coupe
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| Sous-vide cooking up, blunt comical
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| Routine talk shit, get on the brews
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| No we don’t feel a way a bout shit
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| No we can’t fill the tank with our sins
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| Know that we feel the same, its one lens
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| Got something y’all wanna say?
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| Then say when mufucka it’s
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| Dylan Cole sprouse
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| That’s my twin it’s some mischief
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| If it ever go south
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| We gon ride till this shit isn’t
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| Get your feelings thrown out
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| Learn it early you get dismissed
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| Life is suite — I’m bout my bidness
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| Ice my teeth and blonde my tips bitch
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| Unattainable lil bitch I’m unexplainable
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| Me and my bro got heart, don’t split — so we unfadeable
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| Me and my bro is twins but we don’t look the same to you
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| Ain’t as lame as you
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| It’s fuck us? |
| Then it’s same to you
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| Bitch
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| Then it’s same to you
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| Bitch |