triple deuce Swapa

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[Intro]
Waysett
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, too damn geeked, I'm wastin' time
I'm in this big ass truck getting fried
High with the birds, I'm too damn fly
High with the birds, now I'm in a plane
All in my head, I'm goin' insane
Ran to the racks, I'm puttin' in pain
I do what I please, they sayin' I changed
Pockets full of guap, mane
Four pockets full of cash, baby, I need my own chain
She said, "Bae, I love you", all I heard was "Gimmie that whole thing"
I don't trust a soul, a young nigga finna move to Romania
I’m in that high rise, baby like, "Where my soul mate?"
Yeah, nigga, I'm outside, fuckin' this cash up everyday
Yeah, I don't play 'bout mine, nigga, I'll get your top scrapped

[Chorus]
Yeah, nigga I'm-
Huh, huh, wait
Nigga, I'm high as hell
Just ran off on thе clientele
Widе body coupe
Head swing out the roof
Got these hoes lappin', I'm tryn' get some action too
Got this ho' laughin', beat her back in, now she through
I ain't never lackin', hit ya' with a triple deuce

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