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[Verse 1: Vince Is your big? Is your car nice? Is your fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are your shows If your song played, would they that? How the thug life? How the love How the workload? Is your buzz Do the trap jump? Is the right? Got your head right? Boy, right
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2: Vince Staples] Pretty women slit the wrist Pretty women wanna be a man's bitch women want a couple kids Pretty women want a new ass, new women wanna push a Benz Come and she won't let you in Thumbin' the checks, she gets it in Diamonds on your neck, is them
[Chorus: Staples] Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)
Kućka] Got an enemy changes dependin' what direction facin' Got an enemy that tells you off, blockin' efficient placed in You pretend to get a better idea about the chasin' Keep pretendin' you real Until every selfie is
[Verse 3: Lamar] Pop 'til it's Pop the wrist pop Pop he shakin' Pop like four on the floor been in No Popular demand, I my name is only for conversation New York be like "deadass" L.A. be like "on the dead homies" I was off the like Fed-Ex 211, got on me twilight the zeitgeist Roll fried rice and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, remember them Just canary gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym Swang new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid two David Wayne's, retire early like shadows, corrallin' the cattle A bitches for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever Compatible for riches with to gain A sad nigga? right I don't fair but I bear fight Lookin' for my next for the headlight Hangin' my last four kills for the highlights My life, high life, five, bye, bye
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