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Uh, cash out Go to Prada (What?), I need clothes Go to Melrose for some— (Newm) I'm at LA, at the Grove (Shh) White Air Forces, I stay low Fabiano shirt underneath the coat (Uh) Gotta stay fresh, R.I.P. Bankroll (Fresh) Lightskin shorty like Keyshia Cole (Lightskin) I love that bitch (I love that bitch), X and O Paycheck I see decimals Codeine taste like jello Might grow my hair like Melo Neon lights, my car glow Back to the future like Marty McFly I pour up a deuce 'cause I gotta stay high I drive her whip, I touch her thighs When I pull out my dick, don't act surprised I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side I don't know what it is (She said she wanna go to, uh, Jamaica) Is it me or how I live? (I told her, close her eyes, you be anywhere you wanna be) You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side (You get what I'm sayin'?) Ayy, Cruddy Letras de cancionesBeen through some shit, got a hell of a story Bought me a watch, put me more in my glory Come to my spot, you can never record me I'm tryna get it and better my people Trust, she don't want more, 'cause they know I get even I hate all the rumors, a nigga been hearin' I'm gettin' this paper, them niggas pretendin' I need a piece of the pie, a big percentage I took some Ls, but I'm usually winnin' I poured a deuce of the Wock' and I added some Quai' (Wok', Wok') And that's just how a nigga been sippin' (Dman) I pulled out a hundred and showed her it's me She buy me a pint, I get on one knee Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet I lift up my arm, that's a quarter on me I don't know what it is (We gon' get this shit long as they print this shit, man) Is it me or how I live? (Know what I'm sayin'? Brick on my wrist) You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side (Longlive the dead, man, free all the guys) I don't know what it is (R.I.P. A$AP Yams, man, big sheets and funnel on deck) Is it me or how I live? (Lost Boys, A$AP shit, man, Marino Infantry shit, man, takin' over, man, for the 2000s, nigga) You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side (You know the fuck we comin') Don't know what I got, but it's hot (Yeah, yeah) Maybe, it's my style that drives 'em wild (Drives 'em wild) Maybe it's the dough or the clothes But, baby, I don't know, I don't know (On my motherfuckin' Flavor Flav shit) Don't know what I got, but it's hot (Five-hundred bitches in the crib like Ray J) Maybe, it's my style that drives 'em wild (Drives 'em wild) Maybe it's the dough or the clothes (We still spendin' them bands for OG) But, baby, I don't know, I don't know (Yeah, yeah) I don't know, I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? (Oh, woah) You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? (Yeah, yeah) You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Spizz, man, pour that four up, let's get high, my boy From Letras Mania