Ay, let's do it!
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RIP, BIG
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Wanna sip Rose in my new condo
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Play PS4 with mac can see...
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Pick up my iPhone, try to crack the task code
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Get loud till I get in, and I bust your ass mode.
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The truth... smoke on my weeds
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That's .. pussies singing in middle Z
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Now check it!
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If another nigga fuck, you better make 'em pay,
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Bring 'em back to daddy,
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And pick up some take out on the way
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Yeah, my flow nice like a sunny day
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And ... in the middle of May
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Me and my team used to smoke the goons and pray
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And the way we seem them haters, the money get in the way
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Mills in this bitch, New York city, I got this!
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I plan this, pacify whoever they say the hot is (real talk)
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Rest in peace, Christopher Wallace
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I'm still getting them dollars
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Cubans sit on them... on them collars
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Still we're eating like we hit the lotto.
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I do the chick, and Marcel and my lady do the lobster and muscatto
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All that and a bottle of dark pin
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Niggas get on me, I keep it on me
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Arms be under the arm rest in arm's reach.
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Ain't nobody throwing punches, so fuck your arm speed!
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Check, I love 'em!
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Problems with my wife, don't discuss them
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Shit like that ain't up for discussion
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Niggas social media ain't beefing like you can't touch 'em
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Every rapper odd till they wake up from a contusion
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So I live in the club with me, and you stared fussing
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Nah, you ain't flipping that at all, we call that cuffing
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I'mma ball till I die, bitch!
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My closet only hang with fly shit
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My passport tear it up, yeah, I fly big
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And being myself forever on that damn white shit, yeah!
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Call the gang, bitch
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Jae Millz, bitch!
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Get money!
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Get Money
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| Jae Millz |
