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  • Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
  • Year of Release:2023

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Yeah, just like Corona, I know these niggas sick of me

Yo bitch call me daddy, she take it literally

I'm like a caddie, I got the stick on me

These niggas hate, these niggas envy

I get the bag, so I know they remember me

I got the bags of exotic the Cali weed

I can put you on I double your salary

Independent, but I ball like a athlete


I can put you on and double your salary

Movin weight like I'm tryna lose my calories

They imitate, but niggas nothin' like me

Put em on to the jugg she like Run it by me

Got my eye on the money, I know I'm cocky

Got a pocket rocket for a pocket watcher

With a clean girl, but she suckin' sloppy

If yeen first, you last, its like Ricky Bobby

Cause my foot on the gas

Pushin' em bags, digital dash

My lifestyle fast

Let's be honest, honest

These them bitches want a nigga with them lumps

I'm just being honest, honest, I make her last spread, like Tonk


Yeah, just like Corona, I know these niggas sick of me

Yo bitch call me daddy, she take it literally

I'm like a caddie, I got the stick on me

These niggas hate, these niggas envy

I get the bag, so I know they remember me

I got the bags of exotic the Cali weed

I can put you on I double your salary

Independent, but I ball like a athlete


You can pull up wherever, I got what you want

My plug name ain't Kevin, I'm smokin' Durant's

You do what you can and I do what I want

I make what you make in a year and a month

If you live by the gun, then you die by the gun

I got them killers who smoke shit for fun

Run up them Digits, just keep runnin' it up

Like Andrew Jackson, all these niggas some dubs

Better watch your back, all these niggas some frenemies

Over some money, your friends turn to enemies

You can't believe what you see on the internet

These niggas just talkin', you know I ain't hearin' it

Why talk bout our life when you know you ain't livin' it

I be smokin' exotic, it can boost up my energy

Free all my niggas who locked down with sentences

Pull out them sticks, then my niggas we cinnamon


Yeah, just like Corona, I know these niggas sick of me

Yo bitch call me daddy, she take it literally

I'm like a caddie, I got the stick on me

These niggas hate, these niggas envy

I get the bag, so I know they remember me

I got the bags of exotic the Cali weed

I can put you on I double your salary

Independent, but I ball like a athlete

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