| Oh, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Oh
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| I get so high, I could sit on God’s knees
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| I took LSD, now I’m one with the trees
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| I bought her some Popeyes, she think she a queen
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| I fuck her, I pop my head just like a spleen
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| This ho must be French, always talkin' 'bout «We»
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| We know there is no us, just a you and a me
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| I have no emotions when I’m on that bean
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| You gotta look twice, it’s CC on my feet
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| These hoes on my skin like a dog with some fleas
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| «Who havin' drip?» | 
| I’m like, «Who do you think?»
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| I open my eyes, she like, «Who do you see?»
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| Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci
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| I walk in this bitch, she like, «Who is him?»
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| I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
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| I ain’t seen nobody that’s cool as him
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| I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
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| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Yeah)
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| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Dig?)
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| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Who?)
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| I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
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| Who in the fuck do you think you are?
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| Think I’m the man, I think I’m a star
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| I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
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| Chanel on my lens, I can see far (Ha)
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| Yeah (Yeah)
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| I’m in the Tesla, I self-park the car
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| She is impressive, she put that shit on
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| AMG Benz, she pullin' up next to my car
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| We ain’t the same, I be killing 'em all (Pew)
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| .40 gon' hit him, he long gone
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| Chanel, Number (N)ine on her trenchcoat
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| Giuseppe stepping on these little hoes (Dig)
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| .40 gon' kiss him, no mistletoe
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| That nigga, he green, he Piccolo
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| I told you these niggas is hoes, no gigolo
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| Like a bird, she bend that shit over, she pigeon-toed (Brr)
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| That watch on my wrist, they mistake it for snow-globe (Ice)
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| My new ho from Austin, no Stone Cold
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| She ride this dick, said she have fun on the rodeo
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| I take these trips 'round the globe, I don’t stop at all
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| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Dog with some fleas)
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| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Yeah)
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| Who? | 
| (What do you see?)
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| Who? | 
| (Dig?) Who? | 
| (Yeah)
 | 
| I walk in this bitch, she like, «Who is him?»
 | 
| I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
 | 
| I ain’t seen nobody that’s cool as him
 | 
| I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
 | 
| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Yeah)
 | 
| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Dig?)
 | 
| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Who?)
 | 
| I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?» | 
| (Yeah)
 | 
| Who in the fuck do you think you are?
 | 
| Think I’m the man, I think I’m a star
 | 
| I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
 | 
| Chanel on my lens, I can see far
 | 
| Far
 | 
| (Yeah)
 | 
| I get so high, I could sit on God’s knees
 | 
| I took LSD, now I’m one with the trees
 | 
| I bought her some Popeyes, she think she a queen
 | 
| I fuck her, I pop my head just like a spleen
 | 
| This ho must be French, always talkin' 'bout «We»
 | 
| We know there is no us, just a you and a me
 | 
| I have no emotions when I’m on that bean
 | 
| You gotta look twice, it’s CC on my feet
 | 
| These hoes on my skin like a dog with some fleas
 | 
| «Who havin' drip?» | 
| I’m like, «Who do you think?»
 | 
| I open my eyes, she like, «Who do you see?»
 | 
| Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci
 | 
| I walk in this bitch, she like, «Who is him?»
 | 
| I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
 | 
| I ain’t seen nobody that’s cool as him
 | 
| I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
 | 
| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Yeah)
 | 
| Who? | 
| (What?) Who? | 
| (Dig?)
 | 
| Who? | 
| Who? | 
| (Who?)
 | 
| I’ma act brand new like, «Who is them?»
 | 
| Who in the fuck do you think you are?
 | 
| Think I’m the man, I think I’m a star
 | 
| I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
 | 
| Chanel on my lens, I can see far |