[Verse 1]
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I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking cleaner
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Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita
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My passenger seat is occupied by Senorita
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And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her
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I don't really need her, I'm just tryna treat her real nice
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So later on, up in the night, I could go beat her
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And make a lie about the gonorrhea
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So she don't feel guilty about me wanting to leave her
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That "fuck" on t-shirt print is cheetah
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And I got that '87 bunny flow, like an Easter
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Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds with old glasses
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But I'm still liable to get my ass kicked
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Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the attic
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Where you losers can't get me
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Nikon and the Canon, they were never the same
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And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen with you lames
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[Hook]
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Man, y'all some muthafuckin' lames
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Man, y'all some muthafuckin' lames
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Don't lie to yourself, y'all some lames
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Man, y'all some lames
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The Canon don't flash, y'all some lames
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I cannot be seen with you lames
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You mothafuckas is some lames
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[Verse 2]
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Can't stop for, flashing, like a cop car
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Me and.. rock well, I'm a rock star
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Fuck y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em
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Custom curlex rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'em
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Y'all drug dealers, I Carl Sagan on 'em
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Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'em
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My shirt is yellow, but the grill is gold
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I couldn't take the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is old
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I can't skate, but I guess that's lost control
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I don't have sense, sorry I sold my soul
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For some gold Bapes low-price, stale rate
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Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our statistic
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Stay with authentics, check my steelo
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Cause my mob's goodie like we Ceelo
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And he know, I am yes and even she know
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Every instrument is a gram, kilo
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Fucking Lame
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |