| Aight, I wish a nigga would
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| Yeah, I wish a nigga would
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| Smokin' good (smokin' good), drinkin' good (drinkin' good)
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| Fuckin' good (fuckin' good), everything is good (everything is good)
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| Aight, I wish a nigga would
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| Aight, I wish a nigga would
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| It’s like I smell that money from a mile away
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| Neck full of Lucky Charms, my pockets on St. Patrick’s Day
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| This money I be fucking up, these bitches I be fucking 'em
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| Sometimes two at once, yup, double-dutching them
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| I’m that nigga, you know it’s true, you wanna be me, I know you do
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| Your girl want me, I know she do, if I was her, I would want me too
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| I’m back, tell 'em watch the throne, get a flick of my fancy clothes
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| Bad bitch with no panties on, tight jeans, see the camel toe
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| Went and got a zip from my nigga Wiz: I said what’s this? |
| He said Amber Rose
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| Got a stripper pole in my bed room that your bitch be dancing on
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| I’m like Rihanna when it come to +Cake+; |
| you flyer than me? |
| No fucking way
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| Riding 'round with that bitch nina, smoking keisha, that’s a double date
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| Somebody call up Spalding, somebody call up Nike
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| I done balled out of my Jordan’s, yo' chick keep callin'
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| We smoke a blunt, then she strip then I tongue kiss her pussy lips
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| Then I come up, give her a kiss so she can taste how good her pussy is
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| Uhh, stuffing big cones, we ain’t smoking pinners
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| I’m balling like a Saint, fucking with them sinners
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| My pockets chunky, your shit got that thinner
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| How I look hungry? |
| I got chefs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
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| I’m rolling up zips, fucking with the dips
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| These haters talking shit, just a lot of lip
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| See the niggas that I’m with, that’s a lot of Porsche’s
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| See my old school car, that’s a lot of horses
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| No rollie on, my eyes like I’m from Tokyo
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| Got a pound of weed that we all could roll but I only smoke with my homies
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| though
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| And everyday I’m in the hood
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| And everyday I’m smoking good |