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Tell me what you want, I live inside your mind
Overdose on lust, you know we live at night
I been drinking way too much, I mix my liquor
Ain't a high hoe, won't she always spin my pictures?
Ain't shit different, oh
Pop the top, the trunk, that shit go bye-bye
Pop the top, the whip, it go bye-bye-bye
Pop these guns, these bitches know they ain't mine
Overdose on lust, I feel it right, right
Uh, yeah, bye-bye to my top, uh
Alkaline my watch
Can't punch out the clock
These niggas want my spot
Pull up in the city, bring 'em all out
Still hit the squad, meet and ball out
Cali Fresh Street on the darker side
Rep Westside like Pharcyde
She love the Louis that I get her
Flight confirmations that I send her
Fifty pre-rolls, we ain't pretenders
This a long way from Taco Bender
Still pull up, snatch a wet burrito
Guap all on me, I'm a walking casino
Rep the inland from the toe to the dino
The riff to merino, yeah, yeah, woah
Tell me what you want, I live inside your mind
Overdose on lust, you know we live at night
I been drinking way too much, I mix my liquor
Ain't a high hoe, won't she always spin my pictures?
Ain't shit different, oh
Pop the top, the trunk, that shit go bye-bye
Pop the top, the whip, it go bye-bye-bye
Pop these guns, these bitches know they ain't mine
Overdose on lust, I feel it right, right
She want me to come through in that whip
She tryna kick it with a real one
But I'm done doing that shit
'Cause I'm too focused
I'm tryna cop that whip that drop that top and go bye-bye
They want my number, they bet we get the Wi-Fi
And fuck a thottie tryna see what that Wifey like
And fuck a party, that shit out
Roam the streets, ride with me, yeah
Come and see, yeah
Just you and me, yeah
'Cause three is company, yeah
Tell me what you want, I live inside your mind
Overdose on lust, you know we live at night
I been drinking way too much, I mix my liquor
Ain't a high hoe, won't she always spin my pictures?
Ain't shit different, oh
Pop the top, the trunk, that shit go bye-bye
Pop the top, the whip, it go bye-bye-bye
Pop these guns, these bitches know they ain't mine
Overdose on lust, I feel it