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Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A mil, David Copperfield
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A mil, David Copperfield
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Could you knock ho, could you blame that bitch?
Cause she wanna roll a real nigga like me that's gon' slang that dick
Like coke to a fiend, fuck on the lean
Take low on the Perc, now ho on a bean
money over these hoes
Got YSL on my
And blood on my sneakers
Nigga, you on me, she chose
And I ain't fuck your girl she
My she drove
Did that she 'posed to
I my camera out and she posed
And I was like, got
that, pop that
Got the top on the drop back, I'm back
And the Glock at where the at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at where the at, stop that
Could you cop that? Not
I'm send the mob at, dime sack I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all niggas 'bout that, 'bout that life!

Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A hundred mil, David
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David
David Copperfield, Copperfield

Poof! Nigga fuck your
Fuck your niggas and fuck wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad bitches a nigga
And you know they fuck all night (Right)
And I hard white
Nigga game pride
I'll pull up on whores and I'm on fours, in a big boy drop
big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long, got the strip on
we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop
My hip on Glock, hip on nothing
My got racks, y'all niggas be fronting
Red Cartier, bitch
Red on her, hair long as shit (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow ho
And bottles of Spades, nigga
Whole clique self made,

Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A hundred mil, Copperfield
David Copperfield, David

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David
David Copperfield, Copperfield