| So this is your true form then
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| Yasu
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| Lil Boom, my mom loves you
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| I win, I win, I win, I win (I win)
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| It pays, and I just want my bands
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| Again, again, again, again (Again, again)
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| Depressed, you cannot understand
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| Walk around with bands in my pants
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| I wanna put that cash on my wrist
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| My karma turning me to the best
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| My karma let me into this
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| Cashed out, knots just on my bed (Yeah)
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| Want a lot, but I won’t beg (No)
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| Lotta thoughts off in my head (Yeah)
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| Lotta thots wan' spend my bread (Yeah)
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| Fuck the clout, you see, courtesy
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| That bitch all on me, she get nothin' from me
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| She come to my crib with the urgency
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| Count the guap, emergency, flex like Hercules
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| Cashed out, knots on my bed (On my bed)
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| Want a lot, I won’t beg (I won’t beg)
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| Lotta thoughts in my head (Whoa)
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| Lots of thots wanna spend my bread (Okay)
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| I win, I win, I win, I win (I win)
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| It pays, and I just want my bands
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| Again, again, again, again (Again)
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| Depressed, you cannot understand
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| Walk around with bands in my pants
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| I wanna put that cash on my wrist
|
| My karma turning me to the best
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| My karma let me into this
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| Gotta start shit, always wanna spark shit (Yeah)
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| Had a wishlist on some Fendi, but I marked it
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| Had some thoughts of blowin' up, but I don’t drop shit (Again)
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| How you talkin' 'bout your plays, but you ain’t poppin'?
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| (Walk around with bands in my pants) Got no hope for no nigga
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| Ridin' for my city, I am so sick, ahh
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| My stomach isn’t sitting, I am so sick
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| I got no fuckin' hope for niggas, give me six figures
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| I win, I win, I win, I win (I win)
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| It pays, and I just want my bands
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| Again, again, again, again (Again, again)
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| Depressed, you cannot understand
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| Walk around with bands in my pants
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| I wanna put that cash on my wrist
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| My karma turning me to the best
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| My karma let me into this |