[Verse 1]
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Poolside, too high, with three bitches
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With four lives, I?? finna deal
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Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz
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Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie.
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But you know I still talk my shit right
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What you tryna hear when you high?
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What you wish they played on the radio
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At least one time? It?? cool though!
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We getting major paper on the underground
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You thought it was them other fools, though
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It was us the whole time!
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Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
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But sun do what the sun do rise
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Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize
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Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch
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She give me the best top
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A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
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Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it?? getting?br!-Lyrics End->
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You See It
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| Curren$y |
