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Santa Barbara
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Bobby Raps
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Bands all in my pants and yeah I'm True'd up Nothing you can say will f*ck my mood up Nothing you can say will f*ck my mood up Bands all in my pants and yeah I'm True'd up Nothing you can say will f*ck my mood up Nothing you can say could f*ck my mood up I got plugs in Santa Barbara Pulled up on us and they brought 'em (they did) I got like two in the car now I'ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (I will) I'ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (I'm 'bout to) Yeah, streets turned me into a target (they did) Got my chain down in Slauson (I did) Bustin' dance moves, no Charleston (I am) I don't know what else to tell you (I don't) Blame it on how I got brought up (I do) Boy, I'm a midnight marauder, I didn't have no more options (I didn't) Now I go do what I wanna, already know what I gotta (I do) I f*cked that bitch I didn't call her Why? 'cause that p*ssy was garbage (it was) Addict addicted to water, boy I'ma need me a sponsor Uh, yeah, I'm just doin' what they taught me Left the streets alone, I hear 'em calling I'ma pass the paper to acknowledge (it was) My new baby gorgeous, I would just never exploit her (never) I just ran into a lawyer, I bumped her cause she loitered (I did) I served a seven in high school, I weighed it out on the toilet (it's true) I ain't gon' tell you them stories, I know how it end, I won't spoil it (I won't) Y'all just be flossin' and flaugin', the language confuse you because you not cultured, no (damn) I be in dope boy whips, 300's and them Chargers (skrt) I'm stoned like a boulder, you a lil baby, act grown up (wah wah) I don't need to f*ck with no one, fold them bundles on my lonesome (I did) Bands all in my pants and yeah I'm True'd up Everything changed when we crewed up (it did) There ain't even nothin' you could say (nothin' on this f*ckin' earth) That would ever f*ck my mood- hold up Did my dirt off Hiawatha I just made a move at the Dropbox I rolled through the turf with my partner And I was in the van, it got shot up Fell in too deep, I got caught up I slipped up, I miscalculated Nothing that I did was exaggerated Nothing I can do but keep on navigating I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do) Pulled up on us and they dropped 'em (they did) I done got two in the car now (I do) I'ma go see what they talkin' 'bout (see what they talkin' 'bout) I'ma go see what they talkin' 'bout I'ma go see what they talkin' 'bout, woah I give a f*ck how it seems I got ones all in my jeans I bust like I'm Zach LaVine White girl like Avril Lavigne This is real life, f*ck a screen Ho, why you switching them scenes You remind me of them fiends Tryna sell stolen TV's, yeah I got plugs in Santa Barbara (I do) Pulled up on us and they brought 'em (they brought it) Think I got two in the car now I'm finna see what they talkin' 'bout (they 'talkin' 'bout) I'm finna see what they talkin' 'bout (they 'talkin' 'bout) I'm finna see what they talkin' 'bout
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