| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| (Dream, this shit go dummy)
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| This drip here from Tokyo
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| I’m like, «If you know, you know»
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| He cappin' out, Pinocchio
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| Keep a Drac' like OVO
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| It was cold, I kept that oven on
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| Thousand dollar covers on
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| Came up from being hardly known
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| I’m worldwide, for sure, for sure
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| Now I glow, I can’t look in your girls eyes, for sure, for sure
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| Yeah, my partner, he was dealin' with some girls, yeah, if you know, you know
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| Yeah, I know this is a cold world, I rock thousand dollar coats
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| Yeah, I know some niggas had some careers in basketball, but chose the coke
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| Took my faith out of basketball, put it in music, and froze the Rollie
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| I had to cut off some niggas, they made me no good, I had to look past it, bro
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| They told me I don’t gotta kill the lil' nigga myself, that’s what a assassin
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| for
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| Remember you niggas ain’t come when I said I need help, so please do not ask
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| for nothing
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sent her on a test run
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| I got the eye of the tiger, I ain’t talking Carole Baskin
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| Jean Paul Gaultier, I see that she play with fashion
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| Way we punkin' niggas, you would think my name was Ashton
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| This drip here from Tokyo
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| I’m like, «If you know, you know»
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| He cappin' out, Pinocchio
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| Keep a Drac' like OVO
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| It was cold, I kept that oven on
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| Thousand dollar covers on
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| Came up from being hardly known
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| I’m worldwide, for sure, for sure
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| I could give a fuck about a ho, that ain’t what my mama know
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| Niggas wanna act like they my friend, but they cover blown
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| I’m like where the fuck were you? |
| Wanna come by when my money long
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| Finessin' off some elbows, I done hit my funny bone
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| The keys inside of the Trackhawk, pressin' buttons like engine on
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| Sad to say, it’s some on my friends addicted to fentanyl
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| They don’t give a fuck if it’s real or fake, they just wanna feel it all
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| I feel like I lived a full life, I ain’t even lived at all
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| My fans go through pain, they say that my music heal it all
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| I hope my partner don’t get sent back to jail, he wrappin' the ball
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| Stepping over these niggas, feel just like the LR’s
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| Smoking weed and sipping syrup, I think I’m on the band job
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| This drip here from Tokyo
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| I’m like, «If you know, you know»
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| He cappin' out, Pinocchio
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| Keep a Drac' like OVO
|
| It was cold, I kept that oven on
|
| Thousand dollar covers on
|
| Came up from being hardly known
|
| I’m worldwide, for sure, for sure
|
| Now I glow, I can’t look in your girls eyes, for sure, for sure
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| Yeah, my partner, he was dealin' with some girls, yeah, if you know, you know
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| Yeah, I know this is a cold world, I rock thousand dollar coats
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| Yeah, I know some niggas had some careers in basketball, but chose the coke |