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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizedodger blue (Feat. Sam Dew, Ink & Roddy Ricch)
OohOohWhite diamonds, 2 a.m., she wildin'Bitches sickGot their stomach in her commentsWhat school you went to? Gardena, ComptonWestchester, King/Drew, then we functionLittle nigga, but that dog in me, that's on TopOn my kids, I'll sock you niggas upHave you ever took a fade and ran three more back to back?Oh, you haven't? Then shut the fuck up and keep it rapGah, gah, gahBitch, I'm from the LAndDon't say you hate L.A. when you don't travel past the 10I trippin'? Yes, I amMeditate over some money, I see Franklin, I find zenBitch, I'm from the LAndDon't say you hate L.A., but live in L.A. and pretendMy neck on Tarantino, Alejandro, Spike LeeJust know you took the scenic routeif you stand by me, stupidSo fly in this bitchFifty on me, don't die tryin' and shit (Ooh-ooh)You know I'm up and down when I slide in this bitchDreamers and the Jets outside in this bitchWestside, get the money, yeah, that's fo' sho'Streets don't love you, better respect the codeAin't no sleepin' in on SundayIf it's 'bout the money, then my niggas on goWhen I walk in, oh yeah, bring thatIt's unanimous, how I pop shitWhen I walk in, hoes better get in checkYou lookin' at a bad bitch, nothin' lessWalk, walk, walk, walkWalk, walk, walk, walkTip, toe, pivot, walkTip, toe, pivot, walkOoh, don't take it personalYou won't be the first to knowJust might be the first to goJust might be, oohDon't take it personalYou won't be the first to knowJust might be the first to goJust might be
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