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trimise de CopreanCoprean.

Intro:
Yeah!
You know it's Naughty Boy and young Khalifa man,
Hotel Cabana, Taylor Gang.

Chorus:
Got me up all night,
Just to start a fight,
You don't wanna think about it, you drink about it
You smoke about it, don't talk about it,
Every night's the same,
Who's the one to blame?
You don't wanna think about it, you drink about it
You smoke about it, don't talk about it.
Don't make me forget, sir.

Verse 1:
13's on my Impala, rock chrome filled with chronic smoke,
Homie, I got game like the shuttles were fam,
Milk these lames for what they worth,
Puff socks, ashes on my shirt, three will motion all you motherf***kers,
The Porsche in the garage then got a life for my dogs,
I had nothing at all but now I take trips to Vegas,

Rollin up, playing songs on my oldies playlist,
Diamonds on my fist, Rollie on my wrist, my life's the s***.

Chorus:.

Verse 2:
Standing over the terrace, made so much last year,
These lil' niggas should be embarrassed,
Claim we the same, but the difference is apparent,
Copy my style so much they got me like 'where the f***k is their parents? '
Smoking so much that they probably think it's scary
But I don't give a f***k, I'm rolling another one up
And giving middle fingers to you little f***ks
You get on lying and say I suck, all time you rolling paper and wearing chucks
And I ain't even had my best year, ten cars, 20 millions, f***k I'mma do next year?.

Chorus: