| Chasin' Ferraris, but these Russian bitches is chasin' Bulgari
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| This ain’t a game of Sorry, it’s the game of Life
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| And you don’t get three strikes or no nine lifes
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| But the strike to your face is so vicious like the cat did before he had rice
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| White eyes, we split them keys boy, white pies
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| All this wax got me feelin' so high
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| Givenchy plaid got me lookin' so fly
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| $ 3000 for the kicks, on the cot still thinkin' of flippin' bricks
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| Wave the Heckler out the Tesla
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| So much dope, Pyrex couldn’t measure
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| Fiends 'round the motherfuckin' bando
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| Doors up on the four door Lambo
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| I sold my soul for a thousand plates
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| If they ain’t see our face then we fuckin' straight
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| Me and you ain’t the same, nigga, I got mine the hard way
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| I got fiends in the hallway, this enough to get us in four way
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| If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home
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| If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home
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| Ferragamo shades at night, Cavalli smellin' like china white
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| Jesus piece is layin' on the Ferra', God
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| Phillip Lim bucket on baggin' hard
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| Goin' fishin' off the fuckin' yacht
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| Back the fuck back or you gettin' shot
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| I’m from a city where there’s false hope
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| Pistol whip the nigga 'til his jaw broke
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| Me and you ain’t the same, nigga, I got mine the hard way
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| I got fiends in the hallway, this enough to get us in four way
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| If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home
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| If the Feds come and get us, we ain’t never comin' home |