| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, ah, juking, blues like St. Lucia
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| Crews they ain’t used to, got moves like King Kunta
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| Go dumb man, I need tutor
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| Click up and we drink coola
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| I came for the king ruler
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| Your strings man they need tune up
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| My boo she can read future
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| Pattin' my pockets before the TSA
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| Weighing my options, I think I need to stay (I need to stay)
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| Just a little longer baby, I need them thangs
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| All up on my line like CIA
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| Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
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| Freedom rings, miss your call (Brrt, brrt)
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| Thuggin' on top of the underworld
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| Is you gon' run when that thunder roars?
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| Got me one, I think I need a hundred more
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| Took a jab at my insides
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| I’m floodin' my gills
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| Stackin' up with that simp life
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| And it’s fuck how you feel
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| Pulling up with no invite (Yeah)
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| We up in the Hills
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| Man this shit isn’t real life
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| Nah this shit isn’t real
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Let’s get this money mane
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| I need my ones in change
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| I hit the blunt like it’s Cool Runnings and cough up a flame
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| Got some designer things
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| But it ain’t all they say
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| I’d rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day
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| Look in my eyes, no cataract vision
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| I took me a sip and I conjured this feeling
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| I’m gonna stack up on my opps
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| Look how I’m tricking, millennial pimpin'
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| Like baby I’m bad, it’s a sign of the times
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| Look at the ceiling, I don’t see a limit
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| A trip to the island to settle my mind
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| Oh what a feeling, I’m makin' a killing
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| I hop on a jet, I sit back and recline
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| Wave your hands from the side to the side, yeah
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| Hate or love muhfucka you decide, yeah
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| Oh my, me and Dom goin' wild
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| No L’s, keep them 1's to the Ja
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| Took a jab at my insides (Uh-uh)
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| I’m floodin' my gills
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| Stackin' up with that simp life
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| And it’s fuck how you feel
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| Pulling up with no invite
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| We up in the Hills
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| Man this shit isn’t real life
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| Nah this shit isn’t real
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |