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I'm Ford Focus, these hoes open Summertime, But it's still snowin' Extinct blades, Watch 'em reopen Playa corners that I used to Sit on 'til the eve morning Vintage with the Pimpin' like I'm Leno, we don't know Conan Never Liked the internet, it was unkosher Range Rover, That's my black Cobra Never sober, I'm a drink poet Mud sipper, I don't do Liquor Throwin' twenties, but I won't tip her By The end, she'll be a ho, you know, an Ex-stripper Wild nights, let the TEC hit ya Poppin' Perkys in my Lex, nigga I fuck around and pull my vest with ya Old act from '09, you know what nice vintage Caught pneumonia first night, it's a sheist winter The next night, shit, I still sent her, One piece Bow tie rollin', joint smokin' Diamonds tennis link And my wrist on US Open White Daytona, Federer kicks Louis Vuitton varsity jacket on, My letterman shit Before Virgil, I'm done with cordial Fuck you mortals Speedin' Through the portals in a T-top Monte Carlo I Don't do no car note and never borrow A Hustler down to the bone marrow If we can Get it today, why wait on tomorrow? Never feelin' sorrow I'm heartless to the bankroll, But never sold my soul though Shit, I rarely Take pictures 'cause they just steal your soul slow And I be on high alert without Addies and NoDoz Ride around with dope boys who serve junkies And low-lows At twelve, had a deuce-deuce, Fourteen, had a fo'-fo' A lot happens in two Years, me slippin', that's a no-no East Flatbush With some rocks 'cause East LA with the cholos This is insane All you did was say hello Speak my name Feelin' your love Like a love I used to know Long ago