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On God, 6
On God, 6
On God,

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

You a car for the bitch
I buy the narcs for the
You buy apartments and
It's nice, I just walked in bitch
You buy the art for the
Y'all too often and shit
You always startin' some
That should come off of the
Shout out my I miss
Nino and and Mitch
This ain't no call you and
She wan' snort all this shit
She wan' go hard a bitch
She know what happens
She know we forget
And she just the shit
And he just saw his lil
Tell him I him to trip
him my guns gettin' skinny
Tell him they're starvin' for
Give me the check, me the throne
My is a minute too long
My bitch look Vivica-Berry
Your bitch look like Stone
I my bitch go get a clone
Fuck 'em and then on they own
When they feelin's, I'm gone
I'm whippin' the Winnie the
I'm and sippin' the soup
The shit me drift in the Coupe
As as I get to the stu'
clip
Rick the Ruler
up on your bitch
You called your bitch
Got "Who is this?"
She know you exist
She on her Mula
that truer shit
Make you eat your words, make you your shit
Then we out every tooth 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 with syrup
I left planet Earth
Ran into Captain
I pop a Perc, I'm
Call me Nowitzki
Just call her
Blurry, blurry
"Hello, who is this?"
I hit the line
I got a bitch in mind, I call her
She taller, but fine
we 6-9
I hit her line
He like, "What line?"
She like, "Never mind"
And she can a lie
And I can tell lyin'
no lie
That's my lil bitch
Got me a lil bitch
Got me a lil bitch
Left her for a bitch
It me a arm and a dick
I got me a bitch
She suck on the and the stick
I'm about to play with the bitch
I'm way on Mars the bitch
She with Martians and shit
You shoppin' at Marshall's and
And yeah, your gettin' trippy with me
Want a with me
Say she wish that I had Nicki 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
a main account
With insane
That's somethin' to think
Plus the in route
Now I'm out
With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 ready to drink me down
Ready to drink me
Ready to me out
Plus my in town
And she around
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 on a mansion, so precious
Bitch, be careful where you're bringin' your
Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no
exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Adderall just so we can go
We all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both
Now ride me an open road, no pedestrians
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Six

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