| I don’t want the change, uh, don’t want the fame, uh
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| I’m doin' the same shit I was doin' in second grade, uh
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| I call my babe, uh, she doin' okay, uh
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| I gotta tell her she’s the one who makes my day, uh
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| I’m actin' a fool, sometimes I’m keepin' it cool
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| You stop ya hatin' and someday you’ll make it too, uh
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| Not that I’ve made it but I plan to make it soon, uh
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| I see the skies the stars alignin' for your doom
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| Hangin' with my dudes, sippin' Starbucks on the moon
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| Gingerbread drank in my cup, got an airline to Cancun, aye
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| Put your whole squad in a tomb, uh, always gettin' up before noon, aye
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| Wear the same fit like a toon, and Apollo Gang winnin' out the room and go swoon
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| Never been commitin' no crimes, 12 lookin' at me like a spy, aye
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| Drop a hundred beats on a line, gettin' my taste of American pie, aye
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| Saw little mama, she fine, might take her to dinner tonight, uh
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| Pull up and I knew I look fly, If she hesitate Ima' tell that girl bye, woo
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| Hangin' with my dudes, I’m hangin' with my bruh
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| It’s December 25th, we be trappin' with Santa, yuh
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| Yeah, I be trappin' with Santa, yuh
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| Ooh, I be trappin' with Santa
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| Hangin' with my dudes, I’m hangin' with my bruh
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| It’s December 25th, we be trappin' with Santa, yuh
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| Yeah, I be trappin' with Santa, yuh
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| Ooh, I be trappin' with Santa |