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[Croosh:]
I can't tell, tell me how, how you get that car?
I can't tell, cannot tell, who you really are
Got that bag, Louis V, you know that's not cheap
And that whip, custom seats, it's not even leased
I can never wife that girl, she way too LA
Ain't no telling what she do, just for shoes and fame
I can never wife that girl, she way too LA
Always in and out of 1 Oak every single day

I know the truth, you want the status
Show these bitches you the baddest
Yeah, I know the truth, don't gotta hide it
Don't gotta keep that shit silent
Put up a front 'til I hit from the back
Now she addicted my dick is like crack
Uh-oh, uh-oh gotta get to the stacks
Uh-oh too late she already attached
My cousin said, "Stay away" and he was right though
Some of these thotties are psycho
She wanna check on my credit like FICO
I would not wife without pipe though
Yeah, I keep that Trojan on me
Can't get a hold of my seed
I gotta keep an eye open
'Cause I do not know what these hoes see

I can't tell, tell me how, how you get that car?
I can't tell, cannot tell, who you really are
Got that bag, Louis V, you know that's not cheap
And that whip, custom seats, it's not even leased
I can never wife that girl, she way too LA
Ain't no telling what she do, just for shoes and fake
I can never wife that girl, she way too LA
Always in and out of 1 Oak every single day

[Indica:]
Nah-uh, no, no, no you are not the one
Strip club, downtown, spend like all my ones
All my ones, all for fun, fucking up my lungs
I'm too numb, can't you tell that I had enough?
I can't fade the fake now
Fuck up out my face now
Sip Ciroc and Ace now
Lie like to my face now
I know that's okay, ya
I know all these hoes
I know all these hoes
Why all these hoes? Why?

[Croosh:]
I can't tell, tell me how, how you get that car?
I can't tell, cannot tell, who you really are
Got that bag, Louis V, you know that's not cheap
And that whip, custom seats, it's not even leased
I can never wife that girl, she way too LA
Ain't no telling what she do, just for shoes and fame
I can never wife that girl, she way too LA
Always in and out of 1 Oak every single day

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