Yea nigga
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I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man, 100
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Aye Drew, put some delay on my voice, put some re-rup on that and turn me up
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Niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking itĄ¯s a game
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I might a lot, but I ainĄ¯t playing with them
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IĄ¯m up all day, I work all night
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I rolling a weed, IĄ¯m on the flight
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Soon as I land, IĄ¯m gonna ride, IĄ¯m on the grind
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40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
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Flying all around the world like IĄ¯m a fucking hero
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Pouring it straight out the bottle, thatĄ¯s how we drink clicko
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And we all from the same hood
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ThatĄ¯s why we feel the same thing
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Like saying one of our pockets hurting
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We all gon feel the same pain
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Eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting
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Now the dawg nervous , we the bomb searchers
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Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
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Old school, back seat, with a stash in it
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Big joint, OG, mixed with hash in it
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And itĄ¯s TGOD, you niggas last minute
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Your flow last year, the swag last fall
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You just the last place, you ainĄ¯t gon last at all
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You niggas want kush we got ounces
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You niggas want cookies we got pounds
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You niggas want kush we got ounces
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You niggas want cookies we got pounds
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You know itĄ¯s Taylor Gang or die
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Haha, word
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Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling, you gotta pay them the coop
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AinĄ¯t no rules out this motherfucker who sold you that book
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Bitch we down when itĄ¯s cracking, around my way and you know that
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Can get more than I ever asked so be afraid of the go back
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Yeah IĄ¯m talk, IĄ¯m cooling, moving
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No cameras, respect the shooters
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IĄ¯m out on this money train,
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You donĄ¯t know about hustle, do you
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ItĄ¯s everything in or nothing
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Bitch you know how I get down
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You wasnĄ¯t mad at me before
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So why is you mad at me now?
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The alcohol got you talking
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You do the same things and the cops
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Know conversation know where we playing
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Only for money calls only
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That mean I canĄ¯t deal with them old games that you tryna kick
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This ainĄ¯t Shinobi
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I told her baby you thirsty? She responded IĄ¯m cool
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Said your wrist itĄ¯s got water, I told her bitch this a pool
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Feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first
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But if you owe me money, I need my grit first, word
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You niggas want kush we got ounces
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You niggas want cookies we got pounds
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You niggas want kush we got ounces
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You niggas want cookies we got pounds
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What you smokinĄ¯ on mane?
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Aha, what you got in your bag dough bra?
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The same shit, new bitch with me
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Box money run 2-50
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IĄ¯m running through the stop lights, late night
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I told baby girl get your cake right
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That kush doesnĄ¯t taste right
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We take it to the hand, all you smell is cake can, cookie smoke in the Benz
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Where my roof go, I stack up quick. Why they move slow?
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White girls in my room, IĄ¯m smoking while they do blow
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Plus life, no crushed ice, 20K in the game, my bookie loves life
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But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I donĄ¯t tuck it, itĄ¯s nothing
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2 first class flights to the function
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20 zens, a hundred 20 grand
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In the city where the pretty girls dance
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And them plants grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash
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If you pass me bullshit, IĄ¯ma laugh
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IĄ¯m the man, no lie baby
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You niggas want kush we got ounces
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You niggas want cookies we got pounds
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You niggas want kush we got ounces
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You niggas want cookies we got pounds.
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Oz's & Lbs
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| Wiz Khalifa |
