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Yah, yes, yes, yuh, yuh
In my Palace tri-ferg (Gang, gang, gang) Flow cold as an iceberg (Woo) Chillin', smoking on this lemonade, ah yeah On the beach posted in the shade, ah yeah I take a pull off the Swisher Sweet, ah yeah I let the tide wash over my feet, ah yeah The sun sets up over the beach, ah yeah As I burn this marijuana leaf I got these bitches goin' crazy They goin' crazy And all you rappers is fugazi Your lyrics lazy, I'm lookin' wavy I'm wavy, my shit is molten Could call it Moltres, I'm ballin' Finesse yo bitch and put her in some Dolce You see me, I'm looking breezy I'm smokin' seaweed, you need me I'm rollin' three deep up in the two-seat I'm glo'd up in the Rover I'm sippin' syrup in my soda I'm smokin' doja, I'm smokin' doja Pretty boy swag Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch With a whole gang of pretty ladies packed up in this bitch (In this bitch) We been sippin' Act up in this bitch, smokin' Backwoods Back to back to back up in this bitch (Gang, gang) Get it crackin' in this bitch, never lackin' in this bitch (Turn up, turn up) Smokin' Backwoods back to back to back up in this bitch Ain't no fitted's man, it's only Polo caps up in this bitch Smokin' Backwoods back to back to back up in this bitch
Back to back up in this bitch Yah, back up in this bitch Yah, back to back up in this bitch (Yah, gang) Back to back up Yah, turn up, gang
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