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Ass up, face One night only, I'm out of town Pound, new we ain't waiting 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
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You, and the that you came with All in my section my shit You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking you doing ho? Instagram and taking pictures, but you don't know me Damn, she said she a fan Yea I understand, but I to get in her pants she looking for, she licking her tongue out She said she don't fuck rappers I'm like what you talking about
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Oh, I said 'em I don't like 'em, I don't 'em When the money home It's haters, I don't trust 'em If the brick ain't coming with a stick, I don't 'em Want that BMF the Scorpio when I'm bustin' Like a bitch she twerkin', y'all niggas workin' ass niggas, we should put you in the circus In the with the lion, let him have you for dessert And testifying on your homie, a dip, but was it worth it nigga? I'm in this bitch, she said my friend she want to you I like your friend, but I really you know, I fuck you And if I hit my he got to fuck too And put your middle fingers up and
Haters, mad at the paper Big crib, 10 car, 20 20 chains, 10 on my jewels Little watch with the chips, let 'em fool Nigga I can school you on how to look like Hustla of the year, can a book about money pop them bottles, tryna impress them ho's With your re-up money, better tell dem bitch
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