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Dolce jeans, when I’m with my fiends\nChase my dreams, get it by any means\nBlood on me, I got blood, I bleed\nDrugs come free, that’s why I stay drug free\nI been eating good, I been bleeding bad\nI feel better 'bout myself when I was feeling bad\nGo to Hollywood, just to get the cash\nIf I could, I’d sell my soul to the fucking bank\nAnd I made your swag, I feel like your dad\nI feel like that is what made you mad\nI’ma spend it fast, then we get it back\nHundred racks, I pulled it out the trash\nVelcro straps (Velcro straps)\nD.E.O, bitch, I’m back (bitch, I’m back)\n(Black on black) Black on black\n(BMW, I might crash) No\nNo trash no man\nCatching flights, I’m jet lagged\n(Built like glass) Built like glass\n(No face, we use a mask) We use a mask
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