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

Okay, I'm faded off motherfuckin' Ciroc, buzz
Bitch we in the like sheetrock, studs
Now she want me to that pussy 'til it beat-box (what?)
She like my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin',
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 boyfriend
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, that womb, drop in them guts like a convertible
We can get up like that ego, dollars off that vertical
She tripped over my - so you know where she goin'
Put no bitch over my cash - bitch, I'm my coins
And I ain't talkin' rolls of quarters, but I got some
him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to shine

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Dance, too much booty in the
I'll a couple grand, and straight throw it like a champ
And she drop it, I'mma get it poppin', shorties know we
I got all these bitches jockin' like the motorcycle
I'm low on my haters, but I'm high on digits
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 out of this world, bitch, I intimidate the moon
I rock pieces and Coogies - you know, Biggie Smalls
I said "baby, you want some rose?" She "you know Ricky Ross?"
I said "whoa, my pimpin' - go play in the snow"
'Cause these white bitches roll, oj in the cold
I hope it's all good like a field goal touchdown like a end zone
If that bitch don't c***, nigga, kick rock like a Flintstone
See, you give me your pebbles, I'll give you bam-bam
You booed-up with an amateur, just call me the
Lookin' at my Rollie, it's my time
Tell nigga clean my wheels and make them motherfuckers shine