(Intro)
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Let¡¯s try some different shit
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m so flashy, you so ratchet
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Throb jewels fashion with a pedal to matchin
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New Maybach, that¡¯s a hit nigga
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Could¡¯ve been the 3rd member, the clips nigga
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Listen niggas, I go grizzly ? that¡¯s Memphis nigga
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Ross rap that 24, ain¡¯t gotta convince niggas
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Early pimpin, throw like Blake Griffin
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Lips zip it
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Niggas gossip like it¡¯s tradition
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These bitches can¡¯t drive my car,
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The melt engine, hell¡¯s risen
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Ride Diablo to a baptism, he Christian
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Fear nothing but God, kill all except women
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Insuring I don¡¯t testify not in my interest
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Persistence, diligence, the skill I bring can feed the hunger mission
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Got the whole world, fill em on my brand but they won¡¯t mention it
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You afraid of my accomplishments
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You a bitch, straight up got a taser for my bitch with a laser
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And she just wishin for a genie in the bottle
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This is not a novel, we no feel for sorrow and it shine tomorrow
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Super dollars like a super lotto, shootin at yo collar
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Now you sippin soup to swallow
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Go throwin in the towel
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Our time is now but we devour everything we offer
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Then pop it up but drink and blow a sake
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Mr. kick shit Myiagi
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Wax on, wax off
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Ferrari, she gon lick the lolly
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I am not the baby boy terazi, slick lody
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Laughin at yo clown pose, you bust into you
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I got arsenal, time to give to be impossible
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Options to embarrass you, I just choose what God would do
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Can¡¯t waste my time on you
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Fuckers can¡¯t rhyme no more
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Bout crime no more
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Made so much money at home, didn¡¯t even tour
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My fans waitin, savin up for greatness, I appreciate it
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Let¡¯s get back to basics
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Back 2 Basics
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Tyga |