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Ass up, down One night only, I'm from out of Pound, new rules we ain't on it And if pussy good we spend a cake 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 hater I just you you you you And tell your bitch I said
You, and the bitches that you came All in my drinking my shit You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking you doing ho? Instagram and taking pictures, but you know me though Damn, she said she a fan Yea I understand, but I want to get in her 'Cause she for, she licking her tongue out She said she don't fuck rappers I'm like you talking about bitch?
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Oh, I fuck 'em I don't like 'em, I don't 'em When the money home turning haters, I don't trust 'em If the brick ain't coming a stick, I don't touch 'em Want BMF with the Scorpio when I'm bustin' Like a bitch when she twerkin', y'all workin' Clowin' ass niggas, we put you in the circus In the cage with the lion, let him have you for And testifying on your homie, took a dip, but was it worth it I'm in this bitch, she my friend she want to fuck 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, mad at the paper Big crib, 10 car, 20 20 chains, 10 watches on my Little watch with the chips, don't let 'em Nigga I can school you on how to 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, tell dem ho's bitch
you you you you Tell a I said you you you you Tell my I said