| I woke up in the morning 10 textes from my bitches
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| An ashtray full of good weed I’ve been twisting
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| Limo tinted windows, you don’t see me when I’m dipping
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| Hard head, I don’t listen, not a print, when I ship then
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| I touch down in Vegas just to party for the evening
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| I got my own smoke, every rock go, I bring it
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| You hear them bullets singing late night, why they killing?
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| I’m feeling like a million
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| Yeah good that’s how I’m feeling
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| I’m rolling with a snake full melt in the middle
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| I’m riding on rims same color as a pistol
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| I watch the white girl sniff the powder off the place
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| Just a year ago, I was in the A pumping weight
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| Taylor Gang or smoke a pound of mid to the face
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| I like the gin room temperature without a chase
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| I’m flyer than a mothfucker, nah it ain’t change me
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| How could they blame me, that’s how the world made me
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| You must be crazy if you think this money change me
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| I still push work and make pretty girls pay me
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| I ride low key with my windows up blazing
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| Lighting up this weed and I’m loving how it’s tasting
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| And I’m looking out the window, window, window
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| I’m looking out the window, window, window
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| I’m looking out the window, window, window
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| I’m looking out the window, paranoid from this power
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| I’m rolling up this chocolate thai crossed with the sour
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| I can move 100 P’s in less than an hour
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| I started off with powder, yeah I bet my pack’s louder
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| This is for them cowards out there talking crazy
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| I tell them open up, here kiss a .380
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| And fuck a rap check I’ve been balling for a minute
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| She dig her nails dip in my skin when I’m in it
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| She tells me don’t finish and I tell her no kisses
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| I got a thing for strippers and light skin bitches
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| No more swishers, unbleached papers
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| I pull my bag out and get to stepping on haters
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| You must be crazy if you think this money change me
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| I still push work and make pretty girls pay me
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| I ride low key with my windows up blazing
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| Lighting up this weed and I’m loving how it’s tasting
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| And I’m looking out the window, window, window
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| I’m looking out the window, window, window
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| I’m looking out the window, window, window |