| New benz
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| Cop one for you and your friends
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| Papers two
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| Rolling papers two
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| I only do what gangsters do
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| Through with the basics
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| You think it’s a spaceship when I ride through
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| Feel like I’m on ice, we just glide
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| Niggas is parasites
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| I get pussy in a pair of off-whites
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| Know I want it, you can see it my eyes, surprise
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| 'Cause I visualized it
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| Always knew I was the man
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| You just realized it
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| Don’t need a detector, I can see the lies
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| I’m a different type of being
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| Drive the type of whip your bitches like to be in
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| Smoke got my eyes lookin' Korean
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| Every time that I fly, VIP’n
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| All of my nigga’s ride
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| Two joints, that’s double homicide
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| Got you rolling papers to me while you gettin' high
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| We went from coppin' it to supplyin'
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| Be there at the drop of a dime
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| All else fails, I can depend on mine
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| Fuck signs, my niggas gettin' high
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| Party of flyest, Taylor gang or resign
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| Why you even come back to my crib if you ain’t stayin'?
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| Ridin' with some real niggas, know that we ain’t playin'
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| Pockets on swole and you know that I keep them faces
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| Money through the roof, I just crash it and replace it
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| All my bitches bad, I don’t fuck her if she basic
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| Lotta niggas in the game, Khalifa man, the greatest
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| Blowin' all this money, need someone to help me save it
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| Lickin' on me all night, she said she love my flavor
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| Homie, I’m a boss baby, I don’t need no favors
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| Got so many cars, I don’t got room for my neighbors
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| Got a bad broad, but you know me, I might take her
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| Fuck about a bitch though, I’m all about my paper
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| Khalifa man will stick to the code, no I don’t save her
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| Suckin' on me good, treat me like a Now and Later
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| Breakfast in the morn', we can get our dinner catered
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| Try to hit my phone, I don’t pick up 'cause I’m faded
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| I’ve been on my shit, 'cause I’m hot now
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| I ain’t used to get it but I got it now
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| You can’t tell me shit, tell me nothin'
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| Anything I want, I pull up in
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| I’ve been on my shit, 'cause I’m hot now
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| I ain’t used to get it but I got it now
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| You can’t tell me shit, tell me nothin'
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| Anything I want, I pull up in
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| Anything I want, I pull up and stunt
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| Parking in the back, we can’t do the front
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| Real niggas pay the papers, a plus
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| Ain’t with the gang, you can’t sit with us
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| Take them bitches phones, ain’t no thang, we don’t trust 'em
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| Send 'em for the gangs, why they came, we don’t love 'em
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| Takin' all our time, we don’t need to rush
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| Smellin' like the KK, it’s serious
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| Grind every day, 'cause the process I trust in
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| Think they the way, but they bluffin'
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| Baby, I can spend it all, don’t care how much it’s costing
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| Grind and you get all this, my niggas is ballin'
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| I’ve been on my shit, 'cause I’m hot now
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| I ain’t used to get it but I got it now
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| You can’t tell me shit, tell me nothin'
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| Anything I want, I pull up in
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| I’ve been on my shit, 'cause I’m hot now
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| I ain’t used to get it but I got it now
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| You can’t tell me shit, tell me nothin'
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| Anything I want, I pull up in
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| Two joints, that’s double homicide
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| Got your bitch jumpin' in my ride
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| She with the gang and she down to fly
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| Rolling papers up and gettin' high |