Hey miss whattup? got luck I wore a lot of and I never got stuck! like the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family so I don't have stupid to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life Baby threaten that's aight, check out my man Trife Represent Stapleton, in the West 780 Anderson, now I'm the Stoppin all bets, niggaz like Barkley in my reefer days, sellin you parsley Always aluminum, bags in the car seat not show doin them, that's where the NARCs be Came to play no games and stay in your and the ratchet's on brain and fuck entertainment y'all The big spender rock a robe in I broke but I throw my trees up in the blender
repeat 2X] Yeah, how you like it You want a good time, you alright, you C'mon, how you me baby? You have a good tonight?
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