[Verse 1:]
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I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm repping
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Tell my nigga quit the bitching and we gon' make it in a second
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Never disrespected plus I'm well connected
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With this coke that I imported, just important as your president
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Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace
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But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
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Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
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Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
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Rolling blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
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Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction
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Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my clique for nothing
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Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing
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[Hook:]
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This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
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Cause everyday we out of pesos {pesos} [x2]
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(Gun cock, gun shot, gonna lick a boy) [x3]
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Cause everyday we out of pesos
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[Verse 2:]
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Your bitches said that I'm hot, man I told her I agree
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She going really think I'm hot, if I told her my degrees
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Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
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Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
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Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch double D
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Popping E I don't give a F, told you I'm a G
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A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
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But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath
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Inhale, exhale, cocaine X pills
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Import, export, Harlem catching wrecks still
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So mami show me how that neck feel
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Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill
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[Hook]
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Peso
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| Asap Rocky |
