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    Ugh, jets nigga, now where haven't we
    Taylor gang, stay rollin' up them paper planes
    Yeah, jets nigga, now where haven't we
    And I'm trying to get grease to smoke joints man
    Trying to convert him to ez widers or zig-zags
    Before I get back to new orleans
    Ugh, how fly, yeah

    Ugh, same nigga that I always been
    Mets hat with green under the brim
    I shop and bought, my closet a vault
    Gettin' dressed, sippin' rose' & oj like pulp
    Lookin' like myself in my old easter photos
    Socks and the rugby is polo
    Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
    Airplanes, dollar signs, ortiz my logo

    Kush smokin circles in my dojo
    Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out kid
    Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
    Ugh, fuck you talkin' about well
    If your bitch fuckin' with spitta cause
    She like her stroke different
    Celebrate the moments of your life
    We party all night, smoke all day
    Eat breakfast at the airport
    Get drunk the whole flight, yeah

    This is how we do
    Everyday chase money
    Make bitches chase you
    Nigga, this is how we do
    Race to the club
    Hop out and valet the coupes
    Nigga, this is how we do
    Under the shade of the good trees
    We stay cool, yeah
    And if the bitch can't roll weed
    No need to bring her through

    Ugh, I had a dream that I was smokin' california weed
    And brother I tell her give me what I need
    Pull up in car service, fly private when I leave
    I'm chillin' with two pretty women
    Who speakin' japanese, nigga please
    I'm selling out concerts, some 501 pants that sag
    Zig zags and my converse
    Spitta to my left, let him hit the bomb first
    Lame nigga asked if he get a hit

    Little do he know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped
    I find beautiful women and politic
    Wakin' up, still drunk, feelin' sick
    I'mma smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip
    Listenin' to my brand new shit
    My doors suicide, though my trees big chop provided
    Fly society, and taylor gang or get hanged
    Smokin' weed with your bitches
    When she told you she'd never do it again

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