Chorus:
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Ya Boy:
Cocaine Heavenly
Pushing & Peddling
Money in the bank make dem b**hes jump in the bed wit me
Diamonds on my neck got me glowin don't I look heavenly
My rims 22 but my pockets look about 70
Baby you ain't heard I'm the hottest in California, no matter of fact I am the hottest n***a all over
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Come into a kitchen (?) Betty Crocker
n***a ask I'm around I'm a Bay Area God
Never been stabbed, shot, robbed, never been fried
Applaud when you see me
This is B.C.B. these b**hes askin bout me make em wonder bout me like Stevie
They see me on the TV, Gucci jeans, DC
Rockstar tatted like a subway in DC
She got em B.C.B.G.
We sippin Louie 1 3
Live from the West "How you doooin"
It's YB
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Straight up out the Golden State
Tattoos on my face
Catch a n***a slippin put him on the First 48
s**a n***as known to hate
Quiet if you holdin weight
Snitch went out of hidin'
Their talkin' will make you go away
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Cut the crap, cut the check
They want a slice of my pie and I ain't even cut it yet
Sushi on the private jet
Goons all up on the deck
Lightin' up them choppers till they smokin like ciggarettes
Touch ya like an IPhone, n***a this is my throne
Rappers takin shots but they shootin wit they eyes closed
Black Jordan Fives wit the beamer got LeBron soft
Pinky ring, shinin chain, hangin like a pine cone
Purple got my mind gone
(??) Got designs on
Flyer than the pilot, b**h I'm in anotha time zone
Do it like a (??) hata I'm gon' get my grind on
Diamond in the rough b**h (???)