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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