| I’ve been hiding out in plain sight
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| I’ve been getting high as hell, before these fucking plane rides
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| I’ve been hiding out in plain sight
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| I’ve been getting high as hell before these fucking plane rides
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| Never plain clothes, that just can’t fly
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Robert Geller, Watanabe, Common Projects just to curve the groupies
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| I’m in Barney’s, tryin' Marni copped it sooney sooney
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| Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, got the Dries on me
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| Breeze on me, I might need to grab a new jacket
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| Double G’s, a couple G’s on my new jacket
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| They used to tax a nigga, now I’m in a new bracket
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| New bracelet, link from Cuba, going too savage
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| Change five times nigga going too savage
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| I’ve been hiding out in plain sight
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| I’ve been getting high as hell, before these fucking plane rides
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| I’ve been hiding out in plain sight
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| I’ve been getting high as hell before these fucking plane rides
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| Never plain clothes, that just can’t fly
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Fitted yeah, getting ready I’ma be there in a minute, yeah
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| Getting blunted in the Uber, windows tinted, yeah
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| Five stars for the driver 'cause he wit' it, yeah
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| 'Cause he wit' it
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| Shorty wit me and she fitted yeah
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| Getting ready she gon' be here in a minute yeah
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| Getting blunted in the Uber, windows tinted, yeah
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| Five stars for the driver 'cause he wit' it, yeah
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| Five stars for the dinner we ain’t pay a dime
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| She a dime, gotta pay her more than nevermind
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| She rock theory, she got theories that’ll level mine
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| Had to level up, styles, I got several kind
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| And the other side suede, yeah this leather lined, yeah
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| I got thick skin, yeah yeah she thick too
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| We ain’t tossin' pig skin, but as soon as I touch down
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| It’s already ceremonies
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| Robert Geller, Watanabe, Common Projects just to curve the groupies
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| I’m in Barney’s, tryin' Marni copped it sooney sooney
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| Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, got the Dries on me
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| Breeze on me, I might need to grab a new jacket
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| Double G’s, a couple G’s on my new jacket
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| They used to tax a nigga, now I’m in a new bracket
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| New bracelet, links from Cuba, going too savage
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| Change five times nigga going too
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| I’ve been hiding out in plain sight
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| I’ve been getting high as hell, before these fucking plane rides
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| I’ve been hiding out in plain sight
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| I’ve been getting high as hell before these fucking plane rides
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| Never plain clothes, that just can’t fly
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes
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| Never plain clothes |