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Top that, just some banging
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Made enough of this money to quit complaining
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But still I ain't made enough of it to quit the gaming
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Hit the camin, cop the telly that's where the bitches hanging
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Nice room I'm bugging wait 'til you hear the prize
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Top floor she overcoming her fear of heights
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Cut the wave she got motion sickness
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Promise a paradise, and watch her settle for a pair of nikes
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Poppin' that killa can't get enough of this skrilla
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The papers the pina colada, the dutchess vanilla
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They don't come any reala' I can handle the belt
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Play the hand I was dealt, won't bluff any dealer
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Hoes on my parlay fuck 'em the fair way
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They wanna get to know me,my name is more then I care to tell
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I'm just tellin' the truth, raising hell in the booth
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Gotta make it to heaven,come back and skip through the sabbath
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Linger roll 'em smoke until it's gone
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Lay my head down baby I'm a rolling stone
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Stoned ,drunk won't remember nothing in the mor'
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I'ma do this 'til I'm dead and gone
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(Chorus)
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Smoke weed, fuck bitches
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Stunt hard all you lame ass niggers
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I got one life I'ma live it
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I'ma live my life with no limits
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(Verse)
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Make it back tomorrow don't care how much I spend
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Think I'm a G wait 'til you meet my friends
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A beast I've been now they wait on line
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'Til I sign their CD for them I am
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All who question sleep on him
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Eating good soup don't leave a piece for them
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We gon' smoke palm trees ,drink some gin
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Couldn't walk in my shoes, know what your feet fit in
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Since I been off the leash like I had a couple of drinks
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Watch my buzz increase , now we twistin' up sipping champainge
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On a beach, what either gets in our game go deceased nigga,nigga
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Right about now
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Linger roll 'em smoke until it's gone
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Lay my head down baby I'm a rolling stone
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Stoned ,drunk won't remember nothing in the mor'
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I'ma do this 'til I'm dead and gone
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(Chorus)
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Smoke weed, fuck bitches
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Stunt hard all you lame ass niggers
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I got one life I'ma live it
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I'ma live my life with no limits
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(Verse)
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I came from nothing I won my money making machines
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I'm selling raps 'cause there ain't no escaping the fiends
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All over the map just me and my caribbean team
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A few from Atlanta, my other niggers repping the B
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High definition it seems like we live on the screen
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Not 'cause it's clear as day , because me and my niggers be clean
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We stay fly haters hate when we step on the scene
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'Cause we young black and living the american dream
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Ok ,ok this is what I do Planet VI off in this thing
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So it's what believe it's true
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Shout out to the homie AO the world don't have a clue
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To what's about to happen homie I'm just waiting on my queue
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The gun don't get 'em, pray that they don't let 'em
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That nigga be goin' in who the fuck is y'all telling
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I plan to ride this motherfucker 'til the wheels broke
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Thought I was selling crack while
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Listening back like that shit came back real dope
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(Chorus)
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Smoke weed, fuck bitches
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Stunt hard all you lame ass niggers
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I got one life I'ma live it
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I'ma live my life with no limits
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No Limit
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Planet VI |