Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
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Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
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Cruising in my six four, you know I got a sick flow
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Asking where I'm headed to, asking what they asking for
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Album full of hits, pocket full of bits
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Bag full of green, mouth full of swish
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Ear full of chronic gable, head full of dead cells
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Cat full of afro, hand full of steering wheel
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Cruise passed the bus stop, two miles and out
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Air condition blow with the windows rolled down
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And I turn it up 'cause the speakers full of bass
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And I pull down the top 'cause the air's full of grape
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With a head full of cockiness, backseat full of hoes
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Clip full of BBC, backpack full of clothes
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Neck full of gold ropes, ear full of diamonds
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Woke up from the dream, I ain't even got my license
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Shit
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Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
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Cruising in my six four, you know I got a sick flow
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Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
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Asking where I'm headed to, asking what they asking for
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What they asking for, what they fuck they asking for
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Fuck they asking for
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Crusin
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| Chance The Rapper |
