[ðɪs ɪz haʊ ɪt ɪz, jɛ, ðiːz nɪkəz feɪk jæmbɔːrɡiːni-haɪ, læmboʊ baɪ ðə krɪb jæmbɔːrɡiːni-haɪ, læmboʊ baɪ ðə krɪb noʊ, wiː kænt rɪleɪt bɪʃəz, bɪʃəz, bɪʃəz, bɪʃəz ðɪs ɪz haʊ ɪt ɪz, ðɪs ɪz haʊ wiː lɪv ðɪs ɪz haʊ ɪt ɪz, jɛ, ðiːz nɪkəz feɪk jæmbɔːrɡiːni-haɪ, læmboʊ baɪ ðə krɪb jæmbɔːrɡiːni-haɪ, læmboʊ baɪ ðə krɪb noʊ, wiː kænt rɪleɪt] This is how it is, yeah, these nickas fake Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib No, we can't relate Bishes, bishes, bishes, bishes This is how it is, this is how we live This is how it is, yeah, these nickas fake Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib No, we can't relate Bitches bitches bitches bitches This is how it is, this is how we live Yeah, it's no debate, yeah, I'm gettin' cake Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day Yeah, I bought the Wraith, yeah, I rock the Raf Yeah, I like to race, yeah, I'm out of state Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm Yeah, I'm out of shape, yeah, I wake up late Yeah, she feed me grapes, yeah, I'm sippin' whine Yeah, I'm eatin' crêpes Me make no complaints, she make no mistakes She go to... I love how she think she graduated with that brain Money in the bank, make no mistake Tool on my waste, shades on my face Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car, pop the front Nast does it great Your bish down to ride, 7:45 on the fuckin' dot Leavin' wit' me cause I'm a G Rep for the streets, made in the streets So I keep a peace Act if he want, nickas try to front Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side Bank accounts, don't spend that bred My mama told me save that money 14 carrot bracelet Cash out on new necklaces High tech with the 'Preme Dibble dabble with the lean Lambo read, Coca Cola Soda as I whipped the yola Ridin' on a speedboat My bros Cosa Nostra Rey Mysterio She suck a nicka, deep throat Banana clip with the scope When I'm jumpin' off the tightrope Like I'm the mothafuckin' goat Wearin' all white Yammy's vision got us rich, catchin' a nicka, drive-by, hey yo I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' threw the sky, hey yo R.I.P. to my nicka, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bishes in the mix, yeah I ain't with the gay shit, but love my, yeah Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah Can't believe a nicka maid a couple milli' My why I'm always chilly With the bad bishes in the in the Bentley 'Bout to cop the house weigh up in the hillies Make a nicka fold like a futon Wood grain with the roof gone Tell me what the fuck you want Gettin' bred like a crouton With the Rollies, OG OG, yeah we keep it low key Nicka I'm an OG, gotta Damn I got the smoke write

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