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

Okay, I'm faded off that motherfuckin' Ciroc,
Bitch we in the like sheetrock, studs
Now she want me to beat that 'til it beat-box (what?)
She like my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin',
Yeah, she pullin' on my sleeve, tryna get to me
She got a long, weave and a big ol' booty
I'm all this 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' him soon
I ain't spend the night, I wanna penetrate it soon
You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them guts a convertible
We can get up like that nigga's ego, dollars off that
She tripped my swag - so you know where she goin'
Put no bitch over my cash - bitch, I'm my coins
And I ain't rolls of quarters, but I got some dimes
Tell him make my wheels look clean, bruh, I gots to shine

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Dance, too much booty in the
blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a champ
And she drop it, I'mma get it poppin', shorties we rockin'
I got all these jockin' like the motorcycle dance
I'm low on my haters, but I'm high on digits
I give her sign, then we slide, you know I'm pipin' these bitches
She he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him soon
And my out of this world, bitch, I intimidate the moon
I rock Jesus pieces and - you know, Biggie Smalls
I said "baby, you want rose?" She said "you know Ricky Ross?"
I said "whoa, my pimpin' cold - go in the snow"
'Cause white bitches still roll, oj in the cold
I hope it's all good like a field goal touchdown like a end zone
If that bitch 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, my motherfuckin' time
Tell that nigga clean my wheels and make motherfuckers shine