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On God, 6
On God, 6
On God,

25 million on a nice big ol'
And, bitch, I still haven't invited family
When you walk in you see the art and Grammys
I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed
25 on a mansion, so precious
Bitch, be careful where you're your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no
That told me my wifey possessive
just so we can go restless
We fuckin' all, all night long, no
No confessions, no questions, we professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no

You a car for the bitch
I buy the for the bitch
You buy apartments and
It's nice, I just walked in bitch
You buy the art for the
Y'all argue too often and
You always some shit
should come off of the bench
Shout out my homies I
Nino and Tony and
This ain't no you and shit
She wan' snort all this shit
She wan' go hard with a
She know what happens
She know we forget
And she just posted the
And he just saw his lil
Tell him I him to trip
Tell him my gettin' skinny
him they're starvin' for this
Give me the check, me the throne
My is a minute too long
My bitch like Vivica-Berry
Your bitch like Rosetta Stone
I made my bitch go get a
Fuck 'em together and on they own
When they catch feelin's, I'm
I'm whippin' the the Coupe
I'm drivin' and sippin' the
The made me drift in the Coupe
As as I get to the stu'
Ruler
the Ruler slick
Pull up on your
You just called bitch
Got "Who is this?"
She know you exist
She on her Mula
That's that truer
Make you eat your words, make you your shit
Then we knockin' out every you pick
Nigga, you, and fuck who you with
Yeah my bitch broke, but her booty
Wait, I popped a Perc
for dessert
I washed it down syrup
I left planet Earth
Ran into Captain
I pop a Perc, I'm
me Perc Nowitzki
Just call her
Blurry, blurry
"Hello, who is this?"
I just hit the
I got a bitch in mind, I call her
She taller, but it's
we 6-9
I hit her line
He like, "What line?"
She like, "Never mind"
And she can a lie
And I can tell she's
no lie
That's my lil bitch
Got me a saucy lil
Got me a bossy lil
her for a bossier bitch
It me a arm and a dick
I got me a naughtier
She on the balls and the stick
I'm about to play golf the bitch
I'm way on with the bitch
She fuckin' with and shit
You at Marshall's and shit
And yeah, your bitch gettin' trippy me
Want a with me
Say she wish that I had with me
Say she'd her with me
Wish you I had my nigga with me
Bitch, you
can't trick me
She "God, forgive me"
I say "Nah, I'm busy"

I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank
Plus a account
With insane
somethin' to think about
Plus the in route
Now I'm out
With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me
Ready to me down
to drain me out
Plus my main in
And she came
Said ain't her style

Lil Wayne]
25 on a nice big ol' mansion
And bitch, I still haven't invited family
When you walk in you see the art and gold
I'ma kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so
Bitch, be careful you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I got time for no messes
That exorcist told me my possessive
Adderall so we can go restless
We all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no
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Six

On God
6 on God
6 on God
That's sick shit
Oh
Dedication 6 on
6 on Lord
Yes
6 yes Lord
Dedication 6 yes