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We line that box like Rubik's Cube I ain't talking Scooby Doo, but this no mystery for Chill Keep my burners in the room and all my bitches kill the bills Uma Thurman, Lucy Lius, I'm Tarantino with the film She look like the movie, dude, so how the fuck we turn it down? All we know is turnin' up, all my homies been around Yeah, I know you heard of us, all my homies keep it loud Yeah, you know we burn the blunts Neighbours ask me, "Turn it down" So my homie turn it up and line the box like Rubik's Cube I ain't talking Scooby Doo, but this no mystery for Chill Keep the burners in my room and all my bitches kill the bills Uma Thurman, Lucy Lius, I'm Tarantino with the film She be like the movies, dude, so how the fuck we turn it down? All we know is turnin' up, all my homies been around Yeah, you know you heard of us, all my homies keep it loud Yeah, you know we burn the blunts Neighbours ask me, "Turn it down" So you know we turn it up and broski, call that what you want The biggest house up on your block Titties bouncing on your what? I still remember, before all the cheddar When bitches were dissing, now they want a spot When they look at the watch I did a festival run and got fifty thousand for the slot Letras de cancionesGucci down into my socks, Ubers out to get the what? Ubers out to get the rock, rargh Ask the accountant, yeah, I blew the quickest thousands of the lot I still got homies that foil up sticks And they only use wicket when out on the block Spliff in a box, fuck all the cops But I ain't trying them all and my shit be sounding like a bop Shit be sounding like a bop, you can hear it when it drop, rargh All the stress has got me weak, all my blessings never cheap But fame is a bitch, all of my friends could become all my enemies Within a week and the pressure has peaked Keep the Henny with the weed, keep the weapon under seats But fame is a bitch, all of my friends became all my enemies Within a week, I'll make this last If tomorrow never comes, we stay up and pop a bottle We stay up to watch the sun from the backyard at our crib Then fuck the models in these clubs, all we know is taking drugs All we know is being us, like yeah, like yeah, yeah, yeah This that Makaveli, back to school, yeah This that Kendrick, this that Halle Berry, hallelujah These money trees shade the sun from me Currency's all on my mind, currently all on my grind Brother, don't call on my line, like, whoa I don't play for Utah but hand me the jazz (Hand me the jazz) 'Cause I got the Charlie and I got the angels, I'm Cameron Diaz It's a party in this bitch, all my bitches, they stay classy Put Versace on her wrist and Line a box like Rubik's Cube I ain't talking Scooby Doo, but this no mystery for Chill Keep the burners in my room and all my bitches kill the bills Uma Thurman, Lucy Lius, I'm Tarantino with the film She be like the movies, dude, so how the fuck we turn it down? All we know is turnin' up, all my homies been around Yeah, you know you heard of us, all my homies keep it loud Yeah, you know we burn the blunts Neighbours ask me, "Turn it down" So you know we turn it up and broski, call that what you want From Letras Mania