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

Okay, I'm off that motherfuckin' Ciroc, buzz
Bitch we in the building like sheetrock,
Now she want me to beat that pussy 'til it (what?)
She like my style, so we got ghost you D-Blockin', cous'
Yeah, she pullin' on my sleeve, get close to me
She got a long, weave and a big ol' booty
I'm gettin' all rap money and my boys flip coke
So don't be actin' like you bougie if your broke
She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him
I ain't 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 vertical
She tripped over my swag - so you know she goin'
Put no bitch over my cash - bitch, I'm 'bout my
And I talkin' rolls of quarters, but I got some dimes
him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to shine

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Dance, too much booty in the
I'll blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a
And she drop it, I'mma get it poppin', shorties 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 I'm pipin' these bitches
She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she eliminate him soon
And my shine out of this world, bitch, I intimidate the
I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies - you know, Smalls
I said "baby, you want rose?" She said "you know Ricky Ross?"
I said "whoa, my pimpin' - go play in the snow"
'Cause white bitches still roll, oj in the cold
I hope it's all like a field goal when touchdown like a end zone
If bitch don't lick c***, nigga, kick rock like a Flintstone
See, you give me your pebbles, give you this bam-bam
You booed-up with an amateur, just call me the
Lookin' at my Rollie, it's my time
Tell that nigga my wheels and make them motherfuckers shine