[ Featuring Shelley FKA DRAM ]
Jason Rich on the Beat, baby
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Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
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Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I'm coastin'
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Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
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Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
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Souped up in the real smooth material
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Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
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That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
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I became your dad that's a motherf*cking miracle
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See me running to that Guap , pockets got the guala
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Bentley flip flops got me lookin like a balla Igoudala
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Sippin in the morning lookin like a Alcoholic
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But I'm not, I just wake up sip a cup and f*ckin frolic
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Gravy and yo bitch boutta smash like a comet
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Pounds in my pockets and them pesos in my wallet
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IPhone 5 but yo bitch tryna call it
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Said she want the splash so I'm turning on the faucet
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Cuddled up wit yo girl smokin on cabana
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Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the Bahamas
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Damn she bad, she a bad mama jama
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I'm in my pajamas getting topped up in the Honda
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That's the Civic
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Got these bitches livid
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Gravy so exquisite when I pull up and I whip it
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All these bitches tippin'
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I ain't even strippin'
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Reflections off my wrist leaving 'em blinded leave 'em trippin'
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Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
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Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I'm coastin'
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Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
+
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
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Souped up in the real smooth material
+
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
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That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
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I became your dad that's a motherf*cking miracle
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Ay, Look
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Pull up to new spot on
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At the new lot, on the top won't go to your boo's spot it's too packed it's too hot
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We would rather cool at mine shoot the breeze
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F*ck two times
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We would rather do a line than wait outside
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I don't do lines
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Overhead like rooftops
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And blue skies and chem trails down to earth like green grass and pavements and trash cans
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I been talkin' trash please don't wash my mouth with soap
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I be talkin' cash and that's as dirty as it goes
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Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics
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At the first olympics In Greece and Athens
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Your ho on the Gravy Train, just thottin', that's it
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Hope you're on the paper chase and not chasin' that bitch
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Yeah
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Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
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Ridin' in the coupe, bumpin gas and I'm coastin'
+
Sippin' on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
+
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
+
Souped up in the real smooth material
+
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
+
That's the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
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I became your dad that's a motherf*cking miracle
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