St. Lucia

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Yeah, ah, juking, blues like St. Lucia
Crews they ain't used to, got moves like King Kunta
Go dumb man, I need tutor
Click up and we drink coola
I came for the king ruler
Your strings man they need tune up
My boo she can read future
Pattin' my pockets before the TSA
Weighing my options, I think I need to stay (I need to stay)
Just a little longer baby, I need them thangs
All up on my line like CIA
Winter , Spring, Summer, Fall
Freedom rings, miss your call (Brrt, brrt)
Thuggin' on top of the underworld
Is you gon' run when that thunder roars
Got me one, I think I need a hundred more
Took a jab at my insides
I'm floodin' my gills
Stackin' up with that simp life
And it's f**k how you feel
Pulling up with no invite (Yeah)
We up in the Hills
Man this sh*t isn't real life
Nah this sh*t isn't real
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Let's get this money mane
I need my ones in change
I hit the blunt like it's Cool Runnings and cough up a flame
Got some designer things
But it ain't all they say
I'd rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day
Look in my eyes, no cataract vision
I took me a sip and I conjured this feeling
I'm gonna stack up on my opps
Look how I'm tricking, millennial pimpin'
Like baby I'm bad, it's a sign of the times
Look at the ceiling, I don 't see a limit
A trip to the island to settle my mind
Oh what a feeling, I'm makin' a killing
I hop on a jet, I sit back and recline
Wave your hands from the side to the side, yeah
Hate or love muhf**ka you decide, yeah
Oh my, me and Dom goin' wild
No L's, keep them 1's to the Ja
Took a jab at my insides (Uh-uh)
I'm floodin' my gills
Stackin' up with that simp life
And it's f**k how you feel
Pulling up with no invite
We up in the Hills
Man this sh*t isn't real life
Nah this sh*t isn't real
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