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Man, I got everything Candy-painted tint, it's(?) so I'd be lying if I I ain't hit at least nine of my Plus, I got so candy paint in my rims be flyin' off my car Be candy paintin' the neighborhood I got that whole block lookin' like Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, go the candy man I the car in the garage and go in and Come back the mornin' The rims are still Hit the wheels on Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile 32-inch rims, shit, I even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted grain Custom everything, what's on the seat? Custom mustard Now go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go superstars!" Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of but I buying shit, bitch Kiss my ass We...
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Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hit the liquor store To get Corona, tip the Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I rip the road up And hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes, When I be it, I be it, shit, goes I'm ballin' out of control, know I'm loaded with dough But, shit, I'm stingy as I'm stingy as hoes(?) These bitches don't get a crumb, and it but I'm what up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off knees My candy paint's If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but all you get Then I'ma split, disappear, a of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Ballin' Uncontrollably Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Bitch, get the out my car if we ain't finna fuck I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really give a shit Is Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch? You keyed up my Benz Bitch, I up my friends think I won't beat a bitch I'll a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, I'll you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels you eat What the fuck do you think colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine on you for you to not sing no hooks I fuckin' take a Make a Foundation patient with me How 'bout some coke of your saline solution IV? Turn and use it on me You take my keys? You broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, Tell momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later We finna this run Take this gun and me, Slater And your...
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