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It's young khalifa |
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Mr. look the fuck up |
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All that |
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Hahaha |
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Feeling real good about life |
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Got a drink poured |
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Blunt lit |
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Let's go |
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Excuse me, my jeans levi, my shoes is gucci |
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Hoes like who he |
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On the paper chase, dont waste my loose leaf |
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A nigga paying bills, lightin L's on the beach |
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But I still move with the goons on a loose leesh. |
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Some call it weird, hoes call it unique |
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Swag like I just stepped out a boutique |
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And I spit like I got a mouth full of loose teeth |
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Closet full of new sneaks that I probably never wear |
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Im in that president suite, bad bitch |
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And if them niggas aint me, average |
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I treat a beat like a canvas |
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Bar bras on the song paint it perfect |
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Ever run out of weed, I throw a purp fit |
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I keep the army at ease cause yall aint worth it |
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Been considered hipster, cause my shirts fit |
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The way your bitch hit my chirp, make a hip hurt |
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Young nigga riding that wave, picturing me surfin' |
