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Real, real, real, real, real, real high(Woah, woah, woah, woah)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah(Woah, oh, woah, woah, woah)I put all my drugs in a designer bag (Woah)Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin', yeahShorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah(Shorty want a Perc')I woke up this mornin'and I was higher than Jesus, woah (I was higher than Jesus)I just took two pills, damn, with my people, woah(I just took two pills, woah)Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, woah, woahI just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woahI been stretchin' shit out like I'm on a beach, woahI'ma stretch the brick out, get it A to Z, woah (Oh, oh, oh)Get it for the low, get it to the street (Oh, oh, oh)Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see(Woah, pay me top, cheese, cheese)I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off"I put all my BMs on paper so they won't talkI pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walkI'll talk all the shitI wanna talk for a couple million dollarsI'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a coupleI woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, woahI just took two pills, damn, with my people, woahLast night, that Addy had me on my feet, woahI just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woahI can't get enough of doggin' a ho out shitFuck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitchMy lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em, put 'em in no pics
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