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It's wet ink, you dig? |
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Think it's a joint... |
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Y'all get a level and all that, right? |
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Who joint is that, who that singing that? |
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I likes That shit crazy, ahaha |
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Once again! |
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Back in business |
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AZ is a whole game mother****er [Verse 1:] |
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In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach |
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Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet |
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Bumping De |
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Barge through the i |
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Pod, I'm nodding to sleep |
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My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week |
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Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street |
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One of the few so elite, it's an honor to meet |
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Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek |
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Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak |
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Don of the week, centerfold magazine style |
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**** Kenneth |
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Cole, everything is |
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Japanese now |
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Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed |
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Who's on beginner mode? |
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I see through the sheisty shit |
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Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed |
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Random broads come up order, few might see dick |
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Fights we fixed, it's a handful whose life's legit |
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Said it before, mother****ers, yeah life's a bitch [Chorus:] |
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This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it |
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Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it |
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Built they own fortress, living the life |
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Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes |
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This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it |
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Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it |
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Built they own fortress, living the life |
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Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes [Verse 2:] |
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Kickstanding |
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Kawasaki, cooling it off |
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Switch hands, the sour got me, |
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I'm cool as the frost |
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Shower properly, smelling like [?] a jewler minoff [?] |
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It's only right like a midnight [?] two to a |
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Porsche [?] |
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Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch |
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Ballers is never talkers, they stay stern and adjust |
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The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front |
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So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt |
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Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain't release in a month |
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No sleeping, if you're scheming you'll get beat to the punch |
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Retreat to the trunk, feet up, fruit in the bowl |
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How many ever mink up and drop the coupe in the cold? |
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The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute |
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Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual |
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Circle the menu, main course pick of the day |
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Get yours, what else for a nigga to say? [Chorus:] |
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This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it |
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Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it |
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Built they own fortress, living the life |
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Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes |
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This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it |
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Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it |
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Built they own fortress, living the life |
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Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes |