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Real, real, real, real, real, real high (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, oh, woah, woah, woah) I put all my drugs in a designer bag (Woah) Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin', yeah Shorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah (Shorty want a Perc') Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah (Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah) I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, woah (I was higher than Jesus) I just took two pills, damn, with my people, woah (I just took two pills, woah) Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, woah, woah I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woah (Oh, oh, oh) I been stretchin' shit out like I'm on a beach, woah (Oh, oh, oh) I'ma strеtch the brick out, get it A to Z, woah (Oh, oh, oh) Get it for thе low, get it to the street (Oh, oh, oh) Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see (Woah, pay me top, cheese, cheese) I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off" I put all my BMs on paper so they won't talk I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple— I woke up this mornin' and I was higher than Jesus, woah I just took two pills, damn, with my people, woah Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, woah I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woah I can't get enough of doggin' a ho out shit Fuck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit 'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em, put 'em in no pics From Letras Mania