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(Intro) California Seychelles 3 hours, be havin me trill tell (Verse) Me and the homies I’m real shy I’m smoking OG, that real fire My broski got trill pliers So if you want beef get hill shy YSL risin, You will open that, I’m the head line Your bitch gave me head right Bitch sucked the life out me for 12 hours (straight) And I’m still tired, blaze more haze than a campfire Long nights, red light And hanging all day, we some vampires Real anti, we all socialized cuz the feds watchin Tryna bring down that entire Team that crumble my empire (but it won’t happen) So I stand bias when I’m boiling off, bitch nearby us Had to tilt a riot, it’s only us and I’m really bias Last of the airbenders gave a pair of clippers The little Tyler niggas wearin wires We turning air heads into flat tires Letras de canciones(Chorus) And sometimes I still cry (let’s get it) Because I was near (we got that bag yo) And sometimes I still cry Because I was near (we got that bag yo) (Verse) I stay on one Niggas see me and say smoke one Key piece to my voltron No Chief Keef but I don’t know thug (who the fuck is that) They don’t want none, for a TV I ain’t no shine (lightin all the time) But I knew one and I met Blade before he died Real D boy before its time Could’ve been scientific street love Free cheddar boy, hoe pack that And they gave to AT boy (that’s fucked up) I was back and forth, crossin state line, playin pin pong Take a trip But that china white and that’s why my life isn’t dim sum (Chorus) And sometimes I still cry (let’s get it) Because I was near (we got that bag yo) And sometimes I still cry Because I was near (we got that bag yo) If I was a fire (let’s get it) You would drink some (we got that bag yo) And sometimes I still cry Because I was near (we got that bag yo) From Letras Mania