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Ass up, down One only, I'm from out of town Pound, new rules we waiting on it And if that pussy good we a cake on it cake, hotel, new bed, new Chanel Giuseppe sneakers, his or If you a I just got two words
you you you you Tell a hater I just you you you you And tell your bitch I said
You, and the bitches you came with All in my section my shit You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking you doing ho? Instagram and pictures, but you don't know me though Damn, she said she a fan Yea I understand, but I want to get in her 'Cause she for, she licking her tongue out She she don't fuck with rappers I'm like what you talking bitch?
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Oh, I fuck 'em I don't like 'em, I love 'em the money come home It's turning haters, I don't 'em If the brick coming with a stick, I don't touch 'em Want BMF with the Scorpio when I'm bustin' Like a when she twerkin', y'all niggas workin' Clowin' ass niggas, we should put you in the In the cage with the lion, let him have you for And testifying on your homie, took a dip, but was it it nigga? I'm in this bitch, she said my friend she to fuck you I like your friend, but I really you know, I fuck you And if I hit my rody he got to too And put your middle fingers up and
Haters, niggas mad at the Big crib, 10 car, 20 20 chains, 10 on my jewels Little watch the chips, don't let 'em fool Nigga I can school you on how to look money of the year, can write a book about money Don't pop them bottles, tryna them ho's With your re-up money, better tell dem ho's
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