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Oh my God, Ronny Roll up the weed, I'm tryna get high I can't lie, I'on know a nigga this fly Cartier lens, they gon' cover my eye Never turned fake, I swear I'd rather die I'on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye He ain't in the gang, he hatin' from the side Call up the gang and they ready to slide I be outside, I'on know how to hide Handle my business like I wear a tie Nigga, you burnt out, you fried, cut that bitch off, divide My Diors too tight, I had went up a size Whoever told you I ain't gettin' money, they lied He hatin', can't work, I can't knock you for tryin' I get her wet then I go up her thighs Got pain in my eyes, ain't doin' no cryin' In a foreign, I drop the top, feel like I'm flyin' (Yeah) Yeah, bad bitch on my elbow, nigga, let the wind blow You a police ass nigga, call Winslow Try to tell the police that I got it for the low f*ck nigga, we don't beef 'bout no ho Ridin' Hellcat on the lean, drive slow You ain't gotta ask, you know it's gelato Just tryna smash on that thot, that ain't my ho I bought a brick, so why you think they call me Pablo? [?] was on the move when he ran into a pothole Whip up the dope in a Pyrex bowl I do what I want, I'on follow dress codes Givenchy my toes, blowin' kush and throwin' elbows Fresh as a bitch, I look like I'm from Melrose f*ck with that white girl, I want me some square hoes Call me Robin Hood, I shoot a bale like a arrow Audemar wrist, it's froze (Audemar) Jump on the plane with the load Rich, I ain't goin' back broke no more f*ck it, I walk in and buy the whole store I think I'm the shit in my Christian Dior Cut off the peons, you pissin' me off I'on believe that shit, sound false They know I'ma boss every time that I talk, yeah Roll up the weed, I'm tryna get high I can't lie, I'on know a nigga this fly Cartier lens, they gon' cover my eye Never turned fake, I swear I'd rather die I'on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye He ain't in the gang, he hatin' from the side Call up the gang and they ready to slide I be outside, I'on know how to hide Handle my business like I wear a tie Nigga, you burnt out, you fried, cut that bitch off, divide My Diors too tight, I had went up a size Whoever told you I ain't gettin' money, they lied He hatin', can't work, I can't knock you for tryin' I get her wet then I go up her thighs Got pain in my eyes, ain't doin' no cryin' In a foreign, I drop the top, feel like I'm flyin'
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