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Yesterday's price is not today's price
Imaginary players ain't been coached right Master recipes under stove lights The number on this jersey is the quote price You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right? Everybody get it off the boat, right? But only I can really have a snow fight Detroit n- challenge, what's your dope like? If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life Missy was our only misdemeanor My tunnel vision's better under stove lights You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right? My workers compensated so they don't strike Wish me luck, see green like Don Bishop The ones you trust don't change like them chains you tuck Far as I'm concerned, who's the best? Me and Yezos Wash, then dry, so give me all of mine in pesos Add it up (Add it up) Your b-s in them pictures but they laser taggin' us They mad at us, who wouldn't be? We became everything you couldn't be Everything your mama said you shouldn't be The Porsche's horses revvin', like, "Look at me" Saddle up I'm still pitchin', baby, batter up Imaginary players ain't been coached right Master recipes under stove lights The number on this jersey is the quote price You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right? All you n-s get it off the boat, right? But only I can really have a snow fight Detroit n- challenge, what's your dope like? If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life The flow's untouched, the drums is tucked Drive Cullinan when roads get rough Snows are must, the nose adjust Young Gs like we Hov and Puff Best jeweleries and h-s we lust Chanel trinkets and h-'ll blush Crush hearts like pretty boys And we drivin' pretty toys Extendos will make plenty noise Crescendo make your car endo Pierce your car window Missy was our only misdemeanor Nike box hold a hundred thou' with no insoles, uh The c-k era was such a Black era How many still standin' reflectin' in that mirror? Lucky me Imaginary players ain't been coached right Master recipes under stove lights The number on this jersey is the quote price You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right? All you n-s get it off the boat, right? But only I can really have a snow fight Detroit n- challenge, what's your dope like? If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life
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