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It's been a minute since they seen a style with no gimmicks |
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Clouds is they limits cause we in 'em; eyes low |
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Squinted, more Ls but we winning acting like it's |
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Hard to find women when I'm in these hard-to-find linens |
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Remember those days it was hard to find a living |
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But now we got ends, and it's only the beginning |
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Big pimpin', pull a dime, drop 'em for they innocence |
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Skate like mens' flow, sweet like cinnamon |
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He a child, but they treat him like a bigger man |
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Cause when the pen in his hand, he bake 'em up like he Jigga man |
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Know you see him in the mirror fam, the ones who say |
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You ain't hot but your biggest fan like, "Nigga, damn." |
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Before he got popular, he bit the man |
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With your chick in the cam, rolling through an Instagram |
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Got it with the grams, everybody say they dissed a fan |
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Know the haters too jelly, but fuck it though; it's the jam |
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It's the fuckin' jam |
