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  Let the mink drag on the floor
  She snorting the 70s dope
  Up in the ghost she said she need it the most
  Quit tripping we having a toast
  Step in and out the plane
  She act like she Marilyn Monroe
  All on the boat showing her boobies the most
  Lets toss her and see if she float
  We pulled over the car at the liquor store
  And if these bitches aint fresh as me, then what we in here for?
  Simply, That nigga wild, Let that nigga go
  Easily, just roll up the dope and watch me turn it to smoke and go
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  Twenty to thirty trill hippies they circle around me
  With skin leggings they rocking Marants, but they smoking for free
  Its funny aint it, bitches is destined to be
  Living the dream, while you out chasing these hoes
  She probably taste-testing my seeds
  Ooooh, thats why we never sleep
  Its primetime
  When Im on the phone Im talking Os
  So Its buy time
  When Im on the road turn the lights on
  Cus Its my shine
  So all these strobe lights and bulb lights got me
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  Yeah, young Veggies
  PNCITL, XX
  YNM; young nigga movement
  You already know what it is man
  We run the world you all ready know
  All the young niggas run the world man
  Lace your boots up
  Kill em niggas with the swag
  Kill em niggas with the swag
  I got this new obsession with stupid flexin and best dressin
  This Travis Scott and young Veggies thats Peas and Carrots and XX
  Niggas think they spit how I spit
  Get what I get
  Fuck who I smash
  I pulled up in the Jag
  Roaches to hoes and they up in the back
  Im up in the back switchin them lanes
  And they thought I would crash
  Gettin some fang give a fuck bout a name
  Iced out carats and Im going insane
  You upset, cause my squad up next
  I had enough that, Im smashing with them back shots
  She had a couple thoughts
  Told her I aint trusting that
  What these niggas barking bout
  Tell me what you tryna say
  Boy I make more then your father
  Im sorta an author but more like your daddy
  Ask bout the boy
  Came from the city, we poppin in Cali
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