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1: Vince Staples] Is your house Is your car nice? Is your girl Fuck her all night Is you well Are your shows packed? If your song played, would they that? How the thug How the love life? How the Is your buzz right? Do the trap Is the club right? Got your head Boy, yeah right
Vince Staples] [Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
2: Vince Staples] Pretty women slit the wrist women wanna be a rich man's bitch Pretty want a couple kids women want a new ass, new lips Pretty women push a Benz Come correct and she let you in through the checks, she gets it in Diamonds on neck, is them pretend?
[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy that changes dependin' direction facin' Got an enemy that tells you off, what's efficient You're in You pretend to get a better about the lifestyle You're Keep that you real Until every is erased
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[Chorus: Staples] Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah)