| Yeah, Jets nigga
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| The planes and the Taylor Gang, man
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| Lamborghini wings and champagne
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| Jets and Monsta Beatz
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| Bitches, now Taylor Gang that
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| Bitches, now Taylor Gang that
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| Jets, holla at Wiz
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| By the strength of the quality weed smell
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| You can tell that I’m somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
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| Niggas suspended from the ceiling
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| Not really, but that’s the way the weed got me feeling
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| Gondola rides in Venice
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| Mami you got the vision and I see in HD
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| And it couldn’t be any clearer
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| You should be with Spitta
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| And you know that this your chance
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| Don’t blow it like birthday candles
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| Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
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| It’s not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
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| Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
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| Bottles pop, back to back
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| Extra large chronic sack
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| Cellphone, camera’s out
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| Mama I remember that
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| Anytime I look at that
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| I go to wondering where you at
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| So baby where you at, with it
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| I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly
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| And maybe we get back up in a minute
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| Fast cars
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| Fly clothes
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| G5's flying over seashores
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| Get it
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| Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly
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| So tell me if you is
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| Or if you isn’t
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| With it
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| (Yeah)
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| Fast cars
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| Fly clothes
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| G5's flying on the seashores
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| Get it
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| Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly
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| So tell me if you is
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| Or if you isn’t
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| With it
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| (Yeah)
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| Listen, if you with it, get in
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| What you sippin'?
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| Hit it out of the park
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| That’s if you pitchin'
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| First you look at me wrong
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| Like uh-uh, no he didn’t
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| Then you turn into Robin on me
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| You start to give-in, get it?
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| By the beach, watching tennis
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| Crack another bottle of Perignon
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| Louis V carry-ons when you visit
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| Sending all them signals in your sidekick sentence
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| Then I reply, like «Be there in a minute»
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| Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list
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| The weed come from a village
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| Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that’s real shit
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| From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
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| We lighting reefer, bumping 808's & heartbreaks
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| Skinny broad, but out them jeans she got a heart shape
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| Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race
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| And let you bet it all, keep the winnings
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| Young entrepreneur, give you the business, dig it
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| (Yeah)
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| Fast cars
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| Fly clothes
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| G5's flying over seashores
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| Get it
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| Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly
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| So tell me if you is
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| Or if you isn’t
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| With it
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| (Yeah)
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| Fast cars
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| Fly clothes
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| G5's flying over seashores
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| Get it
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| Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly
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| So tell me if you is
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| Or if you isn’t
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| With it
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| (Yeah) |