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Taylor gang over everything Drugstore Cowboy Where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta bitches Come on (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta bitches Come on (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) Yeah, got a call from a renegade bitch Yeah, she said she wanna come I told her come on, bring me my money I'm in my own zone A lot of squares on my nerves, I tell 'em die slow Ride slow, zip-lock full of fly smoke White Gold lookin' crazy when the lights low I might blow forty grand in this nightclub And make a few haters sick, step your life up Or get knifed up, hoes getting wifed up Dope fiends holdin' white cups Shit trippy, ain't it? How the game switched The weed game's fucked up, back to 'caine flips And my main bitch brought me dirty G's She had a great night Fuck 'em all, let 'em hate life Yeah, I stay right Yeah, I been had money The type of bread that make your friends act funny Come On Where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta bitches Come on (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta bitches Come on (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) Yeah, I'm just washin' dirty money like dishes Grown men sub-tweeting like bitches, come on I'm on my own shit, forty with the long clip Snakes in the grass, need to get the lawn clipped All in my bis', worry bout yo own shit Foreign bitch, new foreign whip Kat sick without pourin' sip Gimme more bricks Double down, gimme more chips I'm in a morgue sick lookin' at his body, damn Why'd he have to go so young? They tried to rob him Friends keep goin', it happens often My hoe bitches keep me spoiled rotten I'm sittin' in a Ghost at six in the mornin' Just left the club with Wiz All the Champagne pourin' got my head hurtin' Yeah, I look like a dead person My money right, you been hurtin' Come On Where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta bitches Come on (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different Flip European whips and get money outta bitches Come on (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) (Get some money with me) Yeah Come on (Get some money with me) Come on (Get some money with me) Come on (Get some money with me)
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