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F.i.u. I just got back from LA Might just go back to the Bay Forever my heart in the A Free my bros locked in the cage I just might bring back the braids Leanin' leanin' like I walk with a cane Hit up Blue Flame, throw everything My girl caught me cheating bae i can explain All these girls in this club Throwing 150 dubs F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up All these girls in this club Throwing 150 dubs All these girls in this club F*** it up, f*** it up, f*** it up They say Kap G he coming up Always first place, no runner up Skating on my rink just like a puck People wanna say I made it from luck My fam came here, crossed the border F*** your opinion and f*** Donald Trump I swear my mind's sick, got the pies yeah Seen the type of money make you blind shit I ain't signed shit, free my partner locked up They won't let him out, Akon shit I got on Louis Vuitton shit Do it B.I.G., ready to die shit Lately I been on my out of town shit Feelin too on just like Tinashe I live the life that they wanna live Every other day I'm with a model bitch Annywhere I stand that is a monument Better catch up, just like the condiment What I'm throwin work Giuseppes Right cheek then left cheek I'ma come see you next week Sippin' pink like it's Nesquik I just got back from LA Might just go back to the Bay Forever my heart in the A Free my bros locked in the cage I just might bring back the braids Leanin' leanin' like I walk with a cane Hit up Blue Flame, throw everything My girl caught me cheating bae i can explain All these girls in this club Throwing 150 dubs F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up All these girls in this club Throwing 150 dubs I might hit the Opera, I might hit Mansion Ridin' with the tint like I'm going campin' Where I come from, a lotta shit happen Better quit cappin', better quit schlackin' Took yo girl yeah that ain't kidnappin' That's bitchnappin', and I been tappin' Gettin' racks on my iPhone, that's a iRack, no Bin Laden I pull up like Elvis Presley Shout out all the girls who left me Invite some ladies over, it's a Full House, you can call me Uncle Jesse Trash bag full of money, shawty you can just call me Hefty Kap G under 21 so I guess yo ho tryna molest me Got no time to vacay Goin' down like mayday Every day my payday Got them bars like PayDay I kick shit, MMA Lemonade, Chick-fil-A It's the best, hurricane Ay Bay Bay, come with me I just got back from LA Might just go back to the Bay Forever my heart in the A Free my bros locked in the cage I just might bring back the braids Leanin' leanin' like I walk with a cane Hit up Blue Flame, throw everything My girl caught me cheating bae i can explain All these girls in this club Throwing 150 dubs F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up F*** it up, f*** it up All these girls in this club Throwing 150 dubs
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