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    Intro (Chevy Woods)
    I need my mother fuckin keys, who the?
    Hold on, Bitch you got my keys, Gimme them shits
    Oh now I'm ready, start my mother fuckin car
    Yeah, spark one up
    Big Jerm!

    Chorous (x2)
    I'm getting faded while I drive, got your bitch up in my ride
    Smoke up in the car, and its leather all inside
    I'm, playin old school pimpin, got yo
    bitch wit me, bad swag homie and we trippin

    Verse 1 (Chevy Woods)
    '67 Impala, that's with a lot of work
    My bitch want her hair to blow so I'mma need a verp
    It's never a drought, never in need of the work
    I see you pussies from a far in need of a skirt
    You know I ride playing old school pimpin
    Got your bitch with me homie, oh, that's why you trippin
    Well let me get my luggage that costs bout your budget
    She say I can fuck it, start the juice like Nantucket
    She doin things for me that she don't do when you around
    Prince of the city two? Bust her down
    Alaskan sports yeah that's cold game
    She doin what she doin, I don know her name (haha)
    But you say that that's your girlfriend
    Give her tornado got her caught up in my whirlwind
    You know I got the juice no bishop though
    red cup sip it slow, ho


    Verse 2 (Wiz Khalifa)
    I be with some hippy niggas, trippy niggas
    Always smoking with these niggas
    If you got a zone the numbers to my phone then hit me nigga
    Flashy niggas leaving rental cars filled up with ashes nigga
    Get a joint, roll it, light it, hit it twice and pass it nigga
    Famous niggas at the party, smell some weed
    the plainest niggas
    You be with some smokin on and don't know what
    the name is niggas
    I be with the gangest niggas, pound of weed, a gang of bitches
    Standing on the couch just drinkin out the bottle takin pictures
    And my card ain't got no limit and my audemar is sickening ho
    I got it so I spend it on the first class flight
    but I roll private in a minute
    What you want I prolly got it, tryna do I prolly did it (uhh)
    And my gang's so wit it, You niggas actin like bitches
    Emotional, usually smoke one for you haters, but right now
    I'm smoking two


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