| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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| Uh, yeah, MIA, uh, yeah
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| Check my fashion, for real
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| (I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit)
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| MIA, check my fashion
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| McQueen my taste, fix my laces
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| Come check this drip
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| Picked up your bitch, be back by six
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| I brought my niggas with me, they ain’t gon' check us
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| Pourin' the Tech, ain’t no extra
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| Slide in the demon, they ain’t gon' catch us
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| Real hot like peppers, I’m Yeezy steppin'
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| Bags in check in
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| Look who you testin'
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| Pourin' that Act', finna fester
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| These ain’t my niggas I’ma stab 'em, no cap but the gang still with me
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| Eatin' no Canes in the OC, less talk lil' ho just blow me
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| Ball like Kobe, Scarface, I’m Tony
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| Sleep on that potion, nigga pourin' up foe nem
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| Walk with a tip drill, hit the ho she throwin' fits
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| Bih' talk like she know me, these niggas can’t clone me
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| Out the zone, space on Mars
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| Pourin' red, no bars, hoppin' out these cars
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| Rockin' in Yacht-Masters, ain’t got no masters
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| When I get this check though, no need to flex
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| MIA, check my fashion
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| McQueen my taste, fix my laces
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| Come check this drip
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| Picked up your bitch, be back by six
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| I brought my niggas with me, they ain’t gon' check us
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| Pourin' the Tech, ain’t no extra
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| Slide in the demon, they ain’t gon' catch us
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| Real hot like peppers, I’m Yeezy steppin'
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| Bags in check in |