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I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it Hit it, flick it, wet it, lick it Smoke and chill, try to ceil Higher power, psychedelics Higher bass, that's a challenge Marijuana, sex, bodies Louis V, Gucci, Prada Money problems ain't no problem Put your hands up Damn Damn Pasties on the titties (I admit it, I admit it) 'Bout 20 thousand bitches (I admit it, I admit it) I ain't taking any pictures (I admit it, I admit it) But my purchases got me fitted (I admit it, I admit it) I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it I admit it, I admit it, I admit it (I admit it, I admit it) (I admit it, I admit it) (I admit it, I admit it) (I admit it, I admit it) Perks, I'm tipsy, lean Let get it, get it in Money on the ceilin' Checks, how you feelin'? (Uh)
Writer(s): Mitch Bell, Steven S. Zhu, Golden Landis Von Jones, Aaron Michael Leibowitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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