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 fuck how you feel
 Pulling up with no invite (Yeah)
 We up in the Hills
 Man this shit isn't real life
 Nah this shit 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 muhfucka 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 fuck how you feel
 Pulling up with no invite
 We up in the Hills
 Man this shit isn't real life
 Nah this shit isn't real
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