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back to the fake Rolex Put it on and into the club like "Where the hoes at?" Remember sittin' down on my bumpin' code Thinkin' that I should go delete all of my old tracks Silly me for thinkin' I probably dub more I all my women short and sweet like all my old raps, uh Gotta wait I'm done (ayy) Don't need no more trash I got too where I'm from (ayy) I put in work, and I'm havin' no fun I just did a 'til I'm ready for another one I can turn your girl to mine in a second Killin' shit is what I say when they ask my occupation Got my U.S. on the day before I flew in I don't got too many I hang with the 88s Red and white, born and a flight, to LA Hang my, day to day a chick in the face Then I put it on the With some going through this fightin' everyday Shit is still like Never it to be a miss But you get up out my way it like some shuttle, told you stay up in your lane Drivin' less and shoulda ya stay up in your lane When I'm business, better stay the fuck away me blow up like a microwave I be makin' sure that I be fuckin' up day I don't the fans Showin' to everybody be the most important thing I got Andrew me, and he down to take a stab for me to walk it, is the word he always say All these protocols I'm slowly turnin' to a man I'ma beat the runners ass if he got my Chic-Fil-A Never to brag, but I do it in my raps What I'm tryna you's
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