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Yea you know what it is Rest in peace Mac don't trip Gotta thank Kota for the hit Abhi turned a hobby to legit Now we body every bit still a boogie bitch talking that Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit So why you throwing shade on me? Cuz I just do my thang low key Butt naked while I'm doing tai chi Never met a motherfucker like me yea man wassup You don't really got no crystal ball Shut the fuck up I don't wanna hear that shit at all You too stuck up But ain't no problem That I couldn't solve man Always on a trip always into some shit Gotta be that tall man Rose gold for mis ojo's With my Chicos like Topo say Won't you kick it with some locals babe? Lotta wining on this side We don't fuck with that side Pussy got a rabbi Boi that shit blessed Get the pea's for the black eye Not a contest Keep the vibes high Not a parachute vest Ima free fall, you could call it like a ref Ay million dollar bet Imma bet it all on the music no sweat Engarde if you ready for the action Lotta y'all the faux type keep yapping I be tapped in, plumber get cracking See my old homie say was hannenin? See a opp, was hannenin Oh you good man? ait holla back then You don't really got no crystal ball Shut the fuck up I don't wanna hear that shit at all You too stuck up But ain't no problem That I couldn't solve man Always on a trip always into some shit Gotta be that tall man I won't sacrifice what's mine I know whats right anyways Besides it's wasted time I don't stay in these lines anyways
Writer(s): Reed Hallums, Sajan Sanghvi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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