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It no glitch when your heart stop I've been that since the start, Doc Dude wanna trap me, that smart But I made him pull out like a lot I'm real bank in a Rover At the most, me cold shoulders But now I'm bitches pay for it Like a new fit, like You never do it, watch how I pursue it Money, been doing, I need life insurance Bitch yo money little, so we you Stuart Been there, done like a motherfucking tourist Yeah, the money nice, so polite Spent it Sunday night, Monday got it Out living life, bounce through with the rice They say talk? I see why they shy Sweatsuits in the studio, running through the track I should buy these other real suits 'Cause I'm everything that they Bitches really got it twisted, I'm not talking one with a cap I don't fuck with none of these bitches, not even Siri on Maps Refrigerator is full for the I'm not 'bout to wait her, broke bitch see you It's like layers, they offering paper They want me to but I'm acting like Draya Ain't to shit, bitch, bye 10 of that shit dry dick'll make you squint your eye Then I'm like a french fry
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My niggas got munchies, soon gon' cook They blowin' weed the Big Bad Wolf me stories on everything they took But I don't repeat shit but a motherfucking be irkin' me, beat her 'til burgundy Went through emergency, now she need Now that you of me, you should be worried, G Saying "first of all" will lead to a degree Show her I'm not to be with Fuck who that lil' bitch with You cross me, I'ma you back With the cross on a kit Get more than a bruise, get put on the I'm talkin' to you, so put on a Got nothing to prove, don't up the mood makin' more noise than Lollapalooz' I'm not just talking 'bout the music Money love me, don't the bride Pay me like a Uber ride I keep shit like the Puma sign No one me pause, bitch! You're always like dog shit! Doing numbers like a list! Closet like a mall, bitch! Switch up the flows, when I do it, raw These bitches even got a verse that could touch me Pack the straws, I'm picking at those 'Cause when I drag bitches, I like to be like I got gold comin' Fake rappers sold nothin' Everybody hold somethin' Pussy drippin' like my nose
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