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[Hook: Styles P and Trademark] I'm high, you high, 7 grams in the raw cone Jet Life high tell the lil' nigga phone home It's a doobie movie nigga and we all stoned Yeah the cars and the jewels, they all chrome [Verse 1: Curren$y] Ugh, Andretti Carleone Track pants, flip flops, NBA socks 458 Ferrari (the itsy bitches prolly came out?) Im sorry Magazines write about the crew that you been knew of But they just findin out we always was the coolest This hustle is grueling but us niggas stay moving Always into The only way to come out it with the loot is Make sure your glass bulletproof around them shooters Gruesome, with that jealousy I make them pussy niggas do ya Leg room stretchin, star wars Lexus, steamin my veggies
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