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Yeahh. Some old school shit. When uhhhh, you be at the lunch table Ha ha ha. This that right here. Uh yeah I put my team on Now we in the game but I memba days when I aint have no-one to lean on I learned to hold my own And sing the skys the limit, take a hundred dollar bill and make a paper plane. And try to make a name And when ya done giving ya all you give ya everythang You got what it takes I told the world my song They lovin it You cant tell me nothin cuz my whole clique stuntin Boy wassuppp Yeahhhhhh (x4) So where ya goin, ya lifes on a road From the party to the plane and ya names in the light show. You find your way back home, away from all the pressure and a women tryin to stress you Find a new one You've reached a new phase SongtexteThey got you lookin at tomorrow like a new stay And not a new day To some it may seem wrong But fuck it, cuz im good weed puffin and my whole team stuntin Boy wassuppp Yeahhhhhh (x4) And I hop up out the bed Grab my iPhone Put some kush in the swisha Roll one up When you live the star life Gotta go hard so you workin all night, sleep when the sun come up Yeahhhhhh (x2) Hahaha. Yeah Okayyyyyyy Aus Songtexte Mania