I'm turned up right now
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I'm turned up right now
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I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees
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But I got the chills right now
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I'm turned up right now
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I'm turned up right now
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I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees
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But I got the chills right now
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I'm turned up right now
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I'm turned up right now
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I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees
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But I got the chills right now
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She looks hot so I need that but if you can understand my language
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A dollar might fuck your main bitch
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I fuck a main bitch, ain't got no main bitch
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That was back then, no disrespect to none of them
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'Cause what I learned from all of them, is that everything comes to an end
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So I'mma party to the end, can I finish, counting ends
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I don't drive but I'm in a Benz, she don't lie 'less she with her man
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She don't smoke, but she roll my dope
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I don't licky lick, she know that's a joke
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She suck dick off impulse, that's 69 if you can't divide
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I wasn't great in algebra, but I can talk you about your bra
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Take you places you can't see, with just two eyeballs
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I got three eyes, I got three legs, pick one
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Long-term, tre piece, but this will be my fifth run
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Harry fraudulent on the beat, I beat up that's my word
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Action Bronson got the weed, I need, I didn't have to pee
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Back then, way back when, I was broke that's rub me
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Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did
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Swag on 300, TDE we balling man
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Inside the game ain't too much change
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I told y'all I been gone insane, that was
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Back then, way back when
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Back then, way back when
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Back then, way back when, look what I done did
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Back then, way back when
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Back then, way back when
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My time is coming, look what I done did
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Yeah, bring it down, home girl ain't sharing
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I'm balling, man, I'm balling, man
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Tell that thug deja-vu, bitch
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I'm balling, man, I'm balling, man
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Sacked out, black out, rat out
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I'm balling, man, I'm balling, man
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Hey rag doll gotta help me, though
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Balling, man, I'm balling, man
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I'm balling, man, I'm balling, man
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Tell that thug deja-vu, bitch
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I'm balling, man, I'm balling, man
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Hit her one time, don't call her, man
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Back then, way back then you'd have thought I had sense
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That's 'cause you ain't know what I had since
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Ask you I'm getting ' dude don't call me BMF
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I'm spinning every dough I get, old marijuana by the zippy
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Shaking Fetuccine Alfredo, teenager's a pro
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Magazine, codeine, that's 16 and lean
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Keep that on the low, I'm talking too much, I had two eatables
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Pour up a foe for soul, I'm doing incredible
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Considering my schedule
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BET you think matters if it don't, it pay, though
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Show 'em the sing, that top dog, should've signed a page row
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Grade A though you keep coming, just keep coming
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Back then, way back when, I was broke that's rub me
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Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did
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Swag on 300, TDE we balling man
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Inside the game ain't too much change
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I told y'all I been gone insane, that was
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Back then, way back when
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Back then, way back when
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Back then, way back when, look what I done did
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Back then, way back when
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Back then, way back when
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My time is coming, look what I done did
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