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[Hook]
West coast, west coast, west coast to the max
West coast we the best coast, that’s facts
I’ve been all around the world and I just wanna tell you that
I’ma always wait, pick up before your flight

[Chorus]
California dreaming, california dreaming
I’ve been dreaming
California dreaming, california dreaming
On a california king bed
California dreaming through all four seasons
I’ve been California dreaming

[Verse 1]
I coud break your heart in this weather
I could tell you that I’m leaving
But you ain’t gon’ cry forever, stop
Look around and believe me
The money ain’t go no where
The hoes keep coming through
If things ain’t working out with us
I’d like to welcome you to California

[Hook]
West coast, west coast, west coast to the max
West coast we the best coast, that’s facts
I’ve been all around the world and I just wanna tell you that
I’ma always wait, pick up before your flight

[Chorus]
California dreaming, california dreaming
I’ve been dreaming
California dreaming, california dreaming
On a california king bed
California dreaming through all four seasons
I’ve been California dreaming

[Verse 2]
I could leave you stuck in traffic
You can find a way that we cheating
Who is fucking in traffic
Stop, you gon’ catch a ticket for speeding
The money ain’t go no where
The hoes keep coming through
If things ain’t working out with us
I’d like to welcome you to California

[Hook]
West coast, west coast, west coast to the max
West coast we the best coast, that’s facts
I’ve been all around the world and I just wanna tell you that
I’ma always wait, pick up before your flight

[Chorus]
California dreaming, california dreaming
I’ve been dreaming
California dreaming, california dreaming
On a california king bed
California dreaming through all four seasons
I’ve been California dreaming

[Verse]
No I don’t miss him anymore
I’ve been thinking ’bout him?
Nah
I change the subject now let me tell you the plot
Got my fist up for my sisters who ain’t settling for less
I know I’m the best
You ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta love me back
You ain’t gotta, try no more
You ain’t gotta find no one tonight
You ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta give a fuck
But I’m about to give it up
You ain’t gotta go no where
Everything you deserve is right there
Right there where you are
All alone because it’s true
I will be right there
Right there where you are
If you only knew

[Chorus]
How to get the girl
And keep her too
I won’t waste no time with you
‘Cause I require the best, of your love
I require the best, of your love
I require the best, of your love
These are my requirements
Please meet my requirements

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Intro]
30 you a fool for this one

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock (off the clock)

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Bhad Bhabie got these bitches bustin’ for cash (cash)
Do the dash, try to play me, bitch, I’m bustin’ yo’ ass (bustin’ yo’)
Lotta gun sounds, Rollie, bust down, know why these bitches mad
‘Cause they trash and they fuckin’ for cash (cash)
Too official, blow the whistle, bitch, I’m fly as a bird (brrr)
Take a picture, get ya’ issue, bitch will die on my word ( my word)
Walk in the bank, fuck it up, pokin’ that bitch with a shank, fuck it up (fuck it up)
I bought the lil’ bitch a bag, make it double back and clear up her tab (yah)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Lil Yachty]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch (Lil Boat), diamond drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got big guap, pussy, yeah, I’m real rich (yeah)
6 cars, 2 houses and I’m still rich, uh (uh)
Think it’s sweet? One call, hit the Killswitch (boom)
Booby cool, I ain’t worried ’bout yo’ lil bitch, nigga
That lil’ chain that you rockin’, that’s so little to me
Talkin’ shit, but want a verse? That’s a riddle to me
Can’t fuck the bitch ’til she got her virginity (whoo, yeah)
‘Cause then she gon’ really be into me (whoo, yeah)
.223 shots, I might run for the enemies (ah)
Put a few holes in his kidney (whoo, Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Intro]
That’s what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Aye gang gang, aye
Aye gang gang

[Verse]
I said lil bitch I be ballin’ but I’m dodging them courts
I just signed another deal, daddy hatin’ of course
He don’t wanna see me win, instead he lyin’ in court
Fake ass artists don’t like me, throwin’ rocks at my fort
Big ass crib off in the hills, you couldn’t hit if you tried
Just made history, and I ain’t slip I’m still on the rise
They take pictures, need a witness, now I’m flexin’ like it’s fitness
All this fame don’t mean I still won’t knock a bitch right out they britches
Been in my bag, money I’ll snag, fresh off the jet in L.A
These bitches are gay, lookin’ like drags, might as well get ’em a mask
I got it made now, crib wit’ a maid now
First they switched on me, they wishin’ they stayed down
We got stats up, me and you don’t match up
What you make a year ain’t even half of what they tax us
What you earnin’ that’s just something to eat
I’ll embarrass you, I’ll have you sittin’ suckin’ your teeth
They burn bridges, I’ll burn money like it’s nothin’ to me
Bitch I’m a star, I’m iconic, you ain’t nothin’ like me
When they find you on the scene, there ain’t nothin’ to see
The Gucci store in my account I’m seein’ nothin’ but G’s
I got blue bell on my wrists and blue bands in my pocket
11 mili on the gram, bitch I’m extra poppin’
Couple foreigns in my driveway, must be border hoppin’
Blowin’ up the feds, watchin’ like I’m more than coppin’
But I won’t ever change, swervin’ through these lanes
Cost of fame, now they speak my name, but I’m on my game
Want these racks, you can keep the change, fans go insane
Lil baby fuckin’ up these commas, rubbin off the paint

Realest bitch alive and I’m only in my teens
Bring the smoke my way and I’ma make your forehead face a beam
Eat the pavement if you hatin’, need my paper, I’m impatient
Fans is waitin’, finna hit the road, got sold out shows with Asian
[?] I’m blazin’, mami, get out of the city, you racin’
I’m bringin’ bars, bars, bars, all my competition caged in
I’m gettin’ 50 and up in a day
You still gon’ piss in a cup [?]
Pissy pussy hoes all in my face
Think they might make me get back to my ways, wait
I need a breather, kill a ho just like she havin’ a seizure, ayy
Need a vacation, when I’m off tour I might go to Ibiza, ayy
Gucci my sneakers, been in the game and you hoes on the bleachers, ayy
Woah, a milli’, I reach it, breakin’ the bank, I make more than my teachers, ayy
When I look around, don’t see nobody in my lane
See these rappers need the clout, that’s why they always say my name
I’m only gettin’ better, bitter bitch it ain’t gon’ change
Why you tryna hang around me, bitch, get off ’cause you ain’t gang
You ain’t gang, treat you like a stain
All my biz is straight, I’d still be good without the fame
I got so many cousins, aunts, uncles that I never knew
On me for my revenue, I’m big now like I’m 7’2″
New whip and my leather smooth, try me, I’ma play it cool
Windows down, AC blowin’, 20 below, I’m extra cool
You lookin’ fed up ’cause of my bread up, I keep my head to the sky
Run up, [?] and I’m back to [?] where I’m droppin’ the fire
Who want it? Tell me, bitches, who blunted?
You ain’t know my crew run it? All we see is blue hundreds
On my dash, 200, these bitches sad and can’t run it
Ho I’m a star, you wanna walkthrough you better tell me who fundin’