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Shout out to California, that's I'm smoking on
Pittsburgh in this bitch,

Throwed everything slow, and some hoes
VIP dope, blowing on some O's
Straight gin, no chaser, and I a roll
Puttin' Birthday up a white chick nose
They like when you brought a zone you finna go
My paper's so long and I'm finna blow
Big wads in my at all times
Bombay Gin dance and is all mine
Please don't lose your 'cause I'm Juicy J
Throw, and I get a nine, all in my cars
acting hard
Blowing smoke on a call my boys like all aboard
Turn up on a drank, smokin' on some
I'm with your bitch now I'm diggin' in the
Ice chilly ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Get high it kill me, smoke, sip, pop pilly

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Uh, going all out puttin' all my in
Get a raw paper put a lil' in
Don't got time for no fuckin' fake friends
Real Taylor's smoke good and drink gin
Now its hard to name a country that I ain't
Party all night, party the day end
Do a show get some racks, it all, get it back
I don't really give a nigga
They bringing Don P as I hit the club nigga
If you ain't bout them peace I don't fuck withcha
Nigga, If I talk it, I it
you make a year I go to Chanel and spend it
Hand me that bombay, I'll you what to do with some gin
Every time I a mil I bring two of them in
I already changed the game I'm 'bout to do it again
Left in a Rolls just came in a Benz

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Couple got me feelin' like a cartoon
I'm spaceship high, pass that Moon
She turned up, saying that she rolling up green Hulk
That bitch only come when the weed spark
Home smokin' on some shit you ain't had
Say it like you from the bay, baby you hella bad
I'm up, hard top off the old school
Gas station seven off the low fuel
Big bank take lil' bank, nigga
She wanna beef you don't get a pass
G huh 4800 though
Cali street weed I do the medical
Ballin' a nigga playing four quarters
My old head, Blazer, call him Terry
T-G-O-D by a
Blue chucks, black skully on the side

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