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A-yo I roll up, Nissan color of puke Niggas your mother rebuke, smothered in Duke A fake alumni, shorty baking apple pie A big known to lap it up and leave a numb thigh Push the Hyundai, high yella, she buys And recently got her prescription filled for the Nah, just Leave your the way it is Your wattles ain't hanging as low as they say it is Ok it is, couldn't tell you what day it is or it is But If Dopp Hopp was a it'd be an IPA Got a wipey and tray for the fetish Is you changing my bae? Aye, It's like the words to a certain We steady mobbing 'til the day that the drawn My Word is born shorty bobbing and strong Four in the morn when my nigga Robin is on We