[Hook] x 3
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I got no time for fake ones
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Just sip some kush down with these young ones
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From east to west coast, spread love son
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While you keep talking shit, we count bank funds
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Back where full of hand, she's out the back seat
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Educated but man street
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I'm where the cash be
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Niggas is athletes, I stretch before I pull up
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Pull up, drop stood up,
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Bitches like get at war though
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Never get my hood up
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All black, we gun talk,
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Foreign bitch from 1 oak, in the crib giving dumb folk
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Jump rope, hop over niggas parting the arrogance
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Forgetting to dribble, the only time you be travelling
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All we get the money, you dummies move smarter
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East side hustler, the 9 is the new carters
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I knew a few fathers that struggle to move farther
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Further faking the fuck, you fuckers are fall often
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Often we talk cautious, work we talk fork lifts
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18 bullets connects to the cross borders
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Long order watches, coppin expensive watches
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Watching, cops plotting, I'm anxious
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They guap blockin, I'm rockin
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[Hook] x 2
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I got no time for fake ones
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Just sip some kush down with these young ones
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From east to west coast, spread love son
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While you keep talking shit, we count bank funds
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Right back at you, nigga I'm not a rapper
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I be with the goons, all I know y'all better give me room
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This mac 11 send you to the moon
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Just cause I'm in the mood
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I'm sippin on coladas with a chick that talks proper
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Told me she was a scholar going to school to be a doctor
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Her mother was a nurse but her father was a lawyer
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And I was dealing drugs, still fuckin with they daughter
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Like to see herself give head so I record her
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Went to high school of florida, but her parents live in Georgia
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Fuck her with my tims on she love the new York shit
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Country ass accent I love when she talk shit
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Her uncle had peas and the peas where you live at
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I was getting cheese ducking d's tryina get back
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Rode through a couple I was right back in no time
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My down south slide got me clickin, now it's showtime
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[Hook] x 2
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I got no time for fake ones
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Just sip some kush down with these young ones
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From east to west coast, spread love son
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While you keep talking shit, we count bank funds.
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No Time
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| Dave East |
