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BFA back that's a hashtag And it say Saint Laurent in my ashtray Call H&R block when the cash came So when I'm thirty I'ma only work half days I got a sweet sixteen that's a cash crop With my girl, roll the weed watching Ted talks The news is getting crazy it's so hard to pay attention Looked up to the dude but can't fuck with Russell Simmons I'ma Blunt blowing, pay respects, brag lot When Kobe got older watched Steph step up Feeling like the flu game, drop a double nickel Have my number in your phone if you ever have an issue Small circle hand a blank check to any homie Hit Fat's chicken for a plate of macaroni Neema make a banger, text a girl that I've been crushing on Pour up a lil jamie, and go on to another song Okay, what number by the way is Michael gonna wear, do we know? I... I assume it's 23 But uh... people speculating he might wear his baseball number 45 But I think It'll be 23 Had to come back to fix what y'all were doing Ice with the whiskey, dilute it, dilute it Looking like a FIDM grad, a straight A student And she call me caliente cus' she halfway fluent Line up for some J's you know I'll never do it Line up for some barbecue, you know coming through it Breaking out the grill when I'm showing and I'm proving Got steak with some pepper and a little bit of cumin My girl got grace, she's not afraid to use it Knows all the words to Ashanti's Foolish Watch paid in full started living in a movie Need, two matching coupes like twenty twenty twoish How can I be stressed? I'm just making music Know the big chill so you know just what my mood is Shout to Pol Pot but just because he hates losing If I ever spilled a drink, know I meant to do it I can do bad make that shit look good I can pump gas make that shit look good Blow the whole stack make that shit look good Hid behind my back make that shit look good Yeah I made it look Yeah I made it look Yeah I made it look bad make that shit look good I can pump gas make that shit look good Blow the whole stack make that shit look good Hid behind my back make that shit look good Yeah I made it look Yeah I made it look Yeah I made it look Who programmed all this? He scripted this whole situation So he's not gonna come back Unless he's gonna come back with a bang and he's looking good You can believe that
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