Feat. Young Thug
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(Intro)
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Throw it pass me the hookah
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I may love, pass me the hookah
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(Verse: Young Thug)
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Tan on the place. I'mma rich nigga, got your nails on my waist
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Run up on me playn, I'mma aim it at yo face
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And I go for anybody, anyway, eh
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I'm a rich blood, by the way
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And I have swag, roll it hard I can take
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Fist scared, you're like all these bitches on the bay
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Don't wanna talk, man, they say I need some space
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Woop, woop, woop
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My new car get (woop) I just paint the car
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Now I'm runnin' in my Coup
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Now I'm on the top, I'mma put it on the rock
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Crawl, walking hot, got all of these bitches shop
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So many wither than my socks, oh
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I don't wanna talk it, I must walk it
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Clone me, after that a nigga still fly
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I buy paints by the two, no prob
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(Hook x9)
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Baby, pass me the hookah
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(Verse: Tyga)
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Rubbin' on my chain, blowin' clowdmatic
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Smoke smth wid a G and bend that ass backward
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Layed back, relaax and talk mathematics
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Later on we test a little sex practice
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Write my name on the wall, money in the matrice
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She wanna get involved, she hop on the blunt
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Say wit the hookah, y'all
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I tell 'er pass pack, if the shit too strong
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It's all set, Mozart art on the block, so wet
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I got a while on 'er and I ain't done yet
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Lookin' at yo future, baby, put dwn the cigarette
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Come hop on this kush jet, and take flight (yeah)
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Tell 'em bitches, hmm, fuck that
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You were the light in bed, I got the magic carpet
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(For that dash, yes)
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I'm also on, I got two oceans on me,
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Big homie, Young Thug, look up
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Go roll in Rolls Royce, so shawty
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(Hook x9)
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Baby, pass me the hookah
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(Verse: Tyga)
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Been frank, baddies in the Benz wagon
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You know she want a ride home, hop on the bandwagon
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I got the chain sagg, you know that life lavish
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Lifestyles like this gon' need Magnums
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Pass, baby, welcome to rich class, baby
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You all Maybeline, like you new Celine
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At the mansion, lean cars on Sheen
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You white girl, but black girl, get the fly team
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It's verified, they ain't know it's sea level
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Water eyes don't cry, inhale and breathe regular
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My baby on it, higher than crack of dawn it
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By these shake figure eight like Picasso draw ya
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Oh, yes, I'm winning, bling clinging, ring blingin'
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Like like, but no reason. Lets get closer, closed in
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Remove yo clothes, we close friends,
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Don't get yo smoke in, O.G. Oakland
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Shout out Oakland
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(Hook x9)
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Baby, pass me the hookah
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Hookah
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Tyga |