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Cool Blue |
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Ice, Things never looked this nice [Verse 1] |
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It's the life we live, it's the price we pay 400 a zip, imperial rose |
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Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless, |
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Vow to never break your heart or a promise |
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I got us Ain't a show off, just being honest |
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You wanna sip mimosas, |
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I'll pour em |
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Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars |
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Other bitches you heard about em |
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But you're moving forward and never backwards |
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Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice |
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Love to role play, you studying to be an actress |
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What the haps is, |
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I'ma call you later then |
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I'll fall through |
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Maybe we can all get faded |
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And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it |
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Self made |
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G millionaire in the making |
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Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon |
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Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement, |
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Face it Now you drunk and your heart's racin [Hook] |
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Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle |
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Girl you look good, you remind me of a model |
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Ooh yeah, yeah.. |
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Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah |
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So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow |
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Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle |
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Ooh yeah, yeah.. |
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Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] |
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The money come in, the money go |
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The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes |
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So I keep it |
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G, continually stack this paper |
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While all them bitches chase me |
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Won't be a ?? safety |
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Bitch can't hold her self down |
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Then she bound to drizz out |
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We party in |
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Vegas, Smokin' |
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Pina Colada papers |
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Travel the world, people know what our face is |
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Waitress, bringin em by the cases |
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For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix |
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I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit |
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Can probably make you leave your man |
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For first class living, taking pictures in the sand 100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to |
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Japan So you rollin' if you know like |
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I know Them niggas don't go where |
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I go Gangsta [Hook] [Verse 3] |
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Ok Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you |
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I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you |
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Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you |
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No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you |
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All wins, |
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No loss Big house, mowed lawn |
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No lease, owned cars |
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Straight work, |
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I'm my own boss [Hook] |
