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1:]
ho
All we do is them so
Why we look
And you like a talent show
All we do is bank, forever and
a bad bitch, bring her home like a veteran
Make her waffles, pecans
I'm eating, one free
saying that we roll with the illest
Like in the kitchen, go and watch a nigga kill it
I'm a P-I-M-P, why we
Cause there's around
County, where you at
If you with me, back
ATL done got them
Row turned Hollowell
Percocet's for my
My girl look like Info
been slow, I been told
Y'all Kinkos, ho
No I ain't drunk, I just text
Running paper like a pep rally
When I'm in your better get rowdy
I spit Downy, no 'bout me
Mountain Georgia, got something for ya
Killing bars, I'm a
Baby drinking Goya, girl put shades on
Man I die for my hood,

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2:]
He talk shit, he not
Rap game, my wet
I fucked y'all, you up
Like white with dreadlocks
So not, I rowboat
These know, no photos
My ball like Lobo
Then she blow my
And Jojos, the fuck my money at
In the hood I'm fixing a Pontiac
On deck a gang of black Kennedies
Eight goons and they all got
getting money like white folks
Still got quotes Geico
I know French, that's my fruit
Never not like fat jokes
(Like when is like, "what happened to Chris? "
And you turn around and there's like a fat guy that kind of looks like
And you like, "oh shit" and you start and shit)
And I'm back in this
And I'm and I'm rich
And I'm cashing it in for some and sin
For some matching with them,
Got a ho with me
Driving and I run the whole city
Everybody know she got tig old
But nobody like it's J-Cole/Diggy
Jordan on my stereo
High on shrooms like
Salvia, drugs
my life, they on to us
I'm fly as

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3:]
Fuck y'all, I hard
Like Spongebob, my stars
Friendster, nobody goe remember you
Whack dudes, like you
But for a day or two
They you
From now on, D-Money
faze on, I hate on that
Lame song they on and play on
I can't take,
On my shit, on my
I can't
Toe to toe, I bang
on gay shit
You don't know the hoes I with
My bungalow's Vegas
Had a million but I put them in her stomach
She like, "oh my God, I'm coming"
I kiss her and she love it
Yeah we got a word, so we never use it
And I'm hiding all bruises in a shirt I got from Houston
Got her the acoustics
In my new Isuzu
And who knew I'd be on Hulu two dudes I used to Google
I'm frugal time, every girl's a dime
your bank account's mine...
We Say "Fuku Burger"

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