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[Verse 1: Vince Is your house big? Is your car Is your girl Fuck her all night Is you paid? Are your shows packed? If your song played, would they know How the thug How the love life? How the workload? Is your buzz Do the trap jump? Is the right? Got your head Boy, yeah right
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[Verse 2: Staples] Pretty wanna slit the wrist Pretty women wanna be a man's bitch Pretty women a couple kids Pretty women want a new ass, new Pretty women wanna a Benz Come and she won't let you in Thumbin' through the checks, she it in Diamonds on neck, is them pretend?
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Kućka] Got an enemy that changes what direction You're Got an enemy that you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You to get a better idea about the lifestyle You're pretendin' that you real Until selfie is erased
3: Kendrick Lamar] Pop it's fakin' Pop 'til the pop Pop 'til he Pop like four on the floor in rotation No Popular demand, I understand my name is only for New York be like "deadass" L.A. nigga be "on the dead homies" I was off the like Fed-Ex 211, got on me K-Dot the zeitgeist Roll like fried and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, remember them Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the gym Swang new Dana Dane, I ride dirty like two David Wayne's, retire early Fade like shadows, corrallin' the A decision for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever Compatible for with more to gain A sad nigga? right I don't fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my next roadkill for the Hangin' though my last four for the highlights My life, high life, five, bye, bye
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