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Ridin' in the car with it
Lyin' under stars with it
Stop then I part with it
I ain't gonna start with it
Lightin' up cigars with it
Smoking and livin' large with it
Do it 'fore you're gone, bitch
Dead in designer clothes, bitch
Ash on the floor
I'm cashed, so you know
Don't expect me to move, no
No, don't expect me to choose
Dopin' on the road
I'm coping with the thoughts
You know that all my blinds closed
You know I never leave home
Did you ever think that
Maybe
I would ever make that
Crazy
No one ever knew me
Honest
Now they all on me
Stop it
Sittin' on my profits, applause is a promise
Young scumbag never thought about college
No, I'm not clean, bitch, no, I'm not nice
Just 'cuz you making music too don't mean we alright
Ridin' in the car with it
Lyin' under stars with it
Stop then I part with it
I ain't gonna start with it
Lightin' up cigars with it
Smoking and livin' large with it
Do it 'fore you're gone, bitch
Dead in designer clothes, bitch
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