I ain't got a single thing to cry about New house, got some gold in my mouth It's some california girls gon fly em out (ay) Finally moved out my mama's house (oh, skrrt) I'm with a blonde bitch and her friends Seein 20/20 cause all 4 of these bitches is 10's (10's, oh yeah) I imported a whip with the tints (turn up, turn up) Hotel suites, and YSL jeans Hot boy something like wayne in the 90's (huuuh) Got a bad one chillin beside me And always got the whole damn crew behind me I pult up in a truck like that And when she leave me she gon run right back (huuuh) How he stuntin like that? We spend a lil money n we juug it right back (turn up, turn up) I just wanna kick it with a pretty brunette (oh) Roll another swisher pour a lil moet, yeah Walk up in the party they like "where the ho's at?" (ay) And if you tryna find me i be where the ho's at I been dreaming bout the goodlife since i was a kid Now its half naked bitches all over the crib Now the paper in my pocket bout as thick as my bitch And all you label advance rappers should stick to the script Always doin what you told cause you know you a bitch Shawty breakin down the swishers got some liquer to sip And the brand new rolls came equip with a bitch (skr, skr, skr) And i worked hard my whole life for the life that i live, yeah And i ain't snapped in a minute Love songs got these females catchin them feelins When i step up to the mic i give a fuck if you feel it Came a long way man but its just the begining, ayyy Girl you fuckin with a young boy, come through Pull up with the suicide doors no sunroof Did it for the fans god dammit i love you Im the living proof you can do whatever it is you want to Hundreds blue you ain't gotta count it Im sippin on a brew doin doughnuts in the audi I had to step it up cause my songs hard but the bars lousy Weed smoke thick got your bitch so drowsy Ahh yeah lemme hear it The fans goin nuts you can smell the teen spirit Its a brand new year and you know we finna get it Cloudboys CEO real talk bitch i live it, oh Tell me how it feel' Tell me how it feel' Feel' good, don't it?
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