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Ass up, down One night only, I'm out of town Pound, new rules we ain't on it And if that pussy good we spend a on it cake, hotel, new bed, new Chanel Giuseppe sneakers, his or If you a I just got two words
you you you you Tell a I just said you you you you And tell your bitch I just
You, and the bitches that you with All in my section my shit You ain't fucking, you ain't what you doing ho? and taking pictures, but you don't know me though Damn, she that she a fan Yea I understand, but I to get in her pants 'Cause she looking for, she her tongue out She said she don't with rappers I'm like what you about bitch?
you you you you I got two for you you you you you Tell my hater I
Oh, I fuck 'em I don't 'em, I don't love 'em the money come home It's haters, I don't trust 'em If the brick ain't with a stick, I don't touch 'em Want that BMF the Scorpio when I'm bustin' a bitch when she twerkin', y'all niggas workin' Clowin' ass niggas, we should put you in the In the cage the lion, let him have you for dessert And testifying on your homie, took a dip, but was it worth it I'm in this bitch, she said my friend she want to you I your friend, but I really you know, I wanna fuck you And if I hit my he got to fuck too And put your middle up and scream
Haters, niggas mad at the Big crib, 10 car, 20 20 chains, 10 on my jewels Little with the chips, don't let 'em fool I can school you on how to look like money Hustla of the year, can write a book money Don't pop bottles, tryna impress them ho's With your re-up money, better dem ho's bitch
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