| Yeah, pull up to the crib, it look like Heaven Gates
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| Bust all on her face and let her see how Heaven taste
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| In the crib, got like fourteen rooms, for Heaven’s sake
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| Baby, you gotta skate (Yeah), somethin' like a figure 8
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| I just spent some bands on Don Julio (Ayy)
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| Tryna get you to say the unusual, oh
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| Diamonds, they white and brown like my cuticles, oh, oh (Ice)
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| Yeah, you ain’t one 'til you take one (Take one)
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| Ain’t gon' catch me stealin' shit, man, I might take some (Take some)
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| I’m a free man, baby, like a Mason (Mason)
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| In a Bentley, a mobile home, baby, it’s spacious (Spacious)
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| Looked the devil in his eyes, I faced him (Yeah)
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| I seen God in the sky and embraced him (Yeah)
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| Nigga talkin', he die, I’ll erase him (Yeah)
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| Leave him stankin', FBI come and trace him |