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Oh yeah, yeah My dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me, but I know you very well You leave your accolades up on your shelf You spend your days and nights inside hotels And you hate it, I could tell Oh, you're high It's a party on this side, come and dive in (Woo) I would read the rule if suddenly she like me, dawg I could fit all these things in the coupe Add the [?] and I'm lookin' for uhh Spotlight, streetlights, dark now, but you don't mind it You like findin' reasons to smoke some Drink some, pop one and then repeat it Fix up, girl, you need it She said, she said she knows a ting, I ensure my notes Got a big body with keys in the coat, yeah, yeah A baggy full of snow to normal out my high That pu**y so nice, man that pu**y so polite Everywhere she go, I make sure she alright But talking too much is that ting's only vice My dear, my dear, my dear You do not know me, but I know you very well You leave your accolades up on your shelf You spend your days and nights inside hotels And you hate it, I could tell Oh, you're high It's a party on this side, come and dive in (Woo) I would read the rule if suddenly she like me, dawg I could fit all these things in the coupe Add the [?] and I'm lookin' for uhh Spotlight, streetlights, dark now, but you don't mind it You like findin' reasons to smoke some Drink some, pop one and then repeat it Fix up, girl, you need it Oh, I'm a bad influence That's nothing new to how I'm livin' Marble floor, chandeliers and high ceilings Twenty tings passed out on the floor Not counting the maid that's cleaning That's nothing new to the life I'm leadin' Oh, I'm a bad influence That's nothing new to how I'm livin' Marble floor, chandeliers and high ceilings, ayy Twenty tings passed out on the floor Not counting my likkle mamacita She couldn't handle the life we're living, yeah Ayy, ayy, tweaking, we go high up Blowin' kush smoke into the fire 'Cause the hybrid, keeps me wired Keep us going through the night, yeah, oh yeah Mama made me nervous, so I swear to god You could keep on talking you might push your luck
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