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[Verse 1: Vince Is house big? Is your car nice? Is girl fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are your shows If your played, would they know that? How the thug life? How the love How the workload? Is your right? Do the trap jump? Is the right? Got head right? Boy, yeah right
Vince 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 yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Verse 2: Vince Pretty wanna slit the wrist Pretty women wanna be a man's bitch Pretty women a couple kids Pretty women a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna push a Come correct and she let you in Thumbin' through the checks, she it in Diamonds on your neck, is them
Vince Staples] Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah)
Kućka] Got an enemy that changes what direction facin' Got an that tells you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You to get a better idea about the lifestyle You're Keep pretendin' that you every selfie is erased
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