I been gettin' gone
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I been gettin' gone
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I been gettin' gone, kush is gettin' strong
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Roll me up a cone, money gettin' long
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Take your main girl, dick her down, send her home
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And I hit the crib, roll some weed and make my song
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, yeah
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Yeah, bitch, hold up, yeah
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Put my team up on the map, yeah
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Wildest shit I ever had, yeah
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Don’t play with my money, don’t play with my patience
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Remember grindin', flippin' ounces for paper
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I used to turn for them special occasions
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But lately I been in my zone
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And I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone
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I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone, gone, gone
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I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone
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I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone, gone, gone, gone
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I been gettin' gone
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Rollin' dank in the crib, rollin' dank with your bitch
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TCH when I piss, pullin' up to the Ritz
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Poppin' bottles in the suite, Swazz rollin' up the weed
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Air Jordans on the feet, fuckin' shawty, then I leave
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And there a lot of people hittin' my phone
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But I been swervin' and chillin' at home
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Faded too long, I might pull up in the morn'
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'Cause lately I been in my zone
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And I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone
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I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone, gone, gone
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I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone
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I been gettin' gone, I been gettin' gone, gone, gone, gone
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I been gettin' gone |