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

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

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