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[Intro:James SwanQo] Yeah yeah... It's like... 4 years ago niggas was old heads now we the trendsetters my nigga Galixee and all that I be the nicest... Yeah, oh shit that's Remy [Verse 1: James SwanQo] I be the nicest Most high prince above the lifeless Cloud surf blowing the turf without a licence Liquored up, Remy Martin in my niggas cup My clique is iller than fucking bitches with syphilis The god movement, Galixee we bang righteous Chanel shades shorty hold guns up in the Chrysler Triple fats over the v neck my crown shifting Eyes chinky from blowing loud while I'm downshifting My team crush leathers in drop weather Find a nigga fresher than me you need a lot of effort Trinity, we stack chips beyond infinity Pull up in the Nissan shorty get in the whip with me The ill chocolate Ass fat like big poppa Nice rack double d's and they hang proper Wig laced, low cut chillin with the big bangs Door knockers big enough to fit a fucking slim waist [Verse 2: Skeemz] Dreams of the game, nightmares of the fame Niggas sleeping on Skeemz but I'm waking up paid (Good Morning) I gave you more than a fair warning Play time is over so how is you still balling Women still calling I been got it on with So I been off them and all too often Hear the chit chat bout this nigga with swagg But fuck that, I put more swagg in a photograph Tripping and never fell Sipping a clam shell Niggas could go to hell you don't feel me go get the braille You don't see Return on what you spend and it's quote free Save the good lines for ya deal nigga quote me
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