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Snap your fingers (snap your fingers), twist a blunt (twist a blunt) I can do this shit as much as I want (ah-ah) Bitch what (bitch what), get stomped (get stomped) I feel like Young Buck, black denim, beige lugs (beige lugs) 30 rolled up (up), pull up pop trunk (trunk) Dropped what I was told, started doin' what I want (want) Now my life serene (-rene), I simply can't explain (-plain) It never gets old wakin' up to your dreams What Used to have to roll up on my washer (on my washer) But since the upgrade I got options (I got options) Now I got like 13 rooms that I could gut in (I could gut in) Like I might just roll up in the walk-in closet Vintage painted tile line the hallways (yeah) Hand chiseled moldin' on the fireplace Neighbors see me and they get scared (get scared) 'Cause I sure don't look like I belong here Snap your fingers (snap your fingers), twist a blunt (twist a blunt) I can do this shit as much as I want (ah-ah) Bitch what (bitch what), get stomped (get stomped) I feel like Young Buck, black denim, beige lugs (beige lugs) 30 rolled up (up), pull up pop trunk (trunk) Dropped what I was told, started doin' what I want (want) Now my life serene (-rene), I simply can't explain (-plain) It never gets old wakin' up to your dreams Snap your fingers (snap your fingers), twist a blunt (twist a blunt) I can do this shit as much as I want (ah-ah) Bitch what (bitch what), get stomped (get stomped) I feel like Young Buck, black denim, beige lugs Snap your fingers, twist a blunt SESH
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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