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(Boy yeah)(ow)

Is your house big? Is your car nice?

Is your girl fine? **** her all night

Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?

If your song played, would they know that?

How the thug life? How the love life?

How the workload? Is your buzz right?

Do the trap jump? Is the club right?

Got your head right? Boy, yeah right (ow)

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Pretty women wanna slit the wrist

Pretty women wanna be a rich man's *****

Pretty women want a couple kids

Pretty women want a new ass, new lips

Pretty women wanna push a Benz

Come correct and she won't let you in

Thumbin' through the checks, she gets it in

Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

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(Boy yeah)(ow)

Got an enemy that changes

Dependin' what direction

You're facin'

Got an enemy that tells you off

Blockin' what's efficient

You're placed in

You pretend to get a better idea

About the lifestyle

You're chasin'

Keep pretendin' that you real

Until every selfie is erased

Pop 'til it's fakin'

Pop 'til the wrist pop

Pop 'til he shakin'

Pop like four on the floor been in rotation

No allegation

Popular demand

I understand my name is only for conversation

New York ***** be like "deadass"

L.A. ***** be like "on the dead homies"

I was off the porch like Fed-Ex

211, got bread on me

K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist

Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp uh

Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember them

Just canary yellow gem

Jumping out the ****in' gym uh

Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty uh

Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early uh

Fade like shadows, corrallin' the cattle

A *****es decision for you, is narrow (Ow)

Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh

The physic, the chemist, the lame

Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange

Compatible for riches with more to gain

A sad *****? Yeah right

I don't fair fight but I bear fight

Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight

Hangin' though my last four kills for the highlights

My life, high life, high five, bye bye, bye bye

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