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Somewhere sippin a cablin
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Catch a cab to the cabin, campin at the canion
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Compatible companions,
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Pretty women, medicinal use for lemons, clementines
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Cleansing, dinner time
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Patagonia coats watchin Michin and Clemson
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My clique poppin clicko
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Decode the G code, you niggas clumsy
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Money clums like oatmeal
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Ill like a mill, one that fly rackin blow jeans
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Persevere all other shit, custom made pieces you will never get
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Get your real life like your Twitter life
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Life get dark, just preserve every bit of light and be hankful
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Uh, low hanging fruit hanging far from a tree
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Let the winds carry the seeds and see what it be
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Meanwhile Willie The Kid is a Belini¡¯s
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Fuckin bad bitches, countin money on a Sunday
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Believe me, mediocracy is not enough
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That¡¯s why aquamarine been coming soon for 6 months
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Baskin the moment for a moment
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Wild like 2 MILFs, mouth for moans, muff divin on it
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Know these niggas never show gratitude
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The car got attitude, the crib got character
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Tear us out to2, til we come through but never to
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Narratin greatness to nevermindin niggas
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Gold figure, the real thing not a figurine
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Fingering potatoes, tangerine, gat street
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Strict on my lady friends
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Bend over backwards, they prove worthy
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Then I blossom like the clergy
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Willie get the paper, call it clerical
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Call me anything but don¡¯t compare me
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Niggas be hysterical, I take pride in being me
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Paying for my parabolas, very good merry go¡¯s
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Planted every pair of jeans folded
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On a merry go round in a walking closet
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Never lost it, I might have lost interest
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A slight difference
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Cabernet
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