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Pull up to the club - skatin' on dishes
We in '67 Chevys, got Daytons on them bitches
Fuck is goin' on? that hatin' shit was finished
We don't take it personal, we just niggas bitches
Said we takin' niggas' bitches, takin' niggas'
Takin' niggas' bitches, yeah, we takin' niggas'
That's your up in my section? Boy, you know the business
Just don't take it personal, we takin' everybody's
Hundred bottles of Ciroc, like a boss
what niggas think, bitch, I think I like to floss
Fuck is goin' on? Thought that hatin' shit was
Take some shots, take pictures,
let's take these niggas' bitches

Okay, I'm off that motherfuckin' Ciroc, buzz
we in the building like sheetrock, studs
Now she me to beat that pussy 'til it beat-box (what?)
She my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin', cous'
Yeah, she pullin' on my sleeve, tryna get to me
She got a long, weave and a big ol' booty
I'm gettin' all this rap money and my boys coke
So don't be actin' like you bougie if boyfriend broke
She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' him soon
I tryna spend the night, I wanna penetrate it soon
You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them like a convertible
We can get up like that nigga's ego, dollars off that
She tripped over my swag - so you know where she
Put no bitch over my - bitch, I'm 'bout my coins
And I ain't talkin' rolls of quarters, but I got dimes
Tell him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to

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Dance, too much in the pants
I'll blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a
And she drop it, get it poppin', shorties know we rockin'
I got all these bitches jockin' like the motorcycle
I'm low on my haters, but I'm on them digits
I give her that sign, then we slide, you know I'm pipin' these
She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him
And my out of this world, bitch, I intimidate the moon
I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies - you know, Biggie
I said "baby, you want some rose?" She said "you Ricky Ross?"
I said "whoa, my cold - go play in the snow"
'Cause these white bitches still roll, oj in the
I hope it's all good like a field when touchdown like a end zone
If that bitch don't lick c***, nigga, rock like a Flintstone
See, you give me your pebbles, I'll you this bam-bam
You with an amateur, just call me the sandman
Lookin' at my Rollie, it's my motherfuckin'
Tell that nigga clean my wheels and make motherfuckers shine