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I am not paying no retail for Purple Label this Summer

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Two white and I got that drank
Two dyke jawns but they straight
Redbox flow and I do not
G shit I don't use no cape
I got my cake; I hip hop
J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big
Nigga wanna act we can get
Bread on me that's a knot
out and my hair long
Loud shit, Weird
Like B.o.B., Got
Not one J got a pair or
Folarin releast nigga in this ho
Shoutout to them niggas who still f-ck me at Interscope
My ambition to
This is why I'm in fo'
at my pole
This is oh so like getting votes
I make her kitten
is why her nigga mad
I just give her O's
He just get her bigger
I'm an asshole, so what my like it?
I'm why she get
You why she buy the
The tightest to write, dopest flower to quote it
I'm zonin; I'm in Seattle with Little and Tony
What up? My and them, All my niggas listening
I be one and done'ing hoes like at Michigan
Realest nigga told you that, Cloey love me than rap
Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got Kobe rap
DMV we on the map, it's over for these niggas
Wicked ambition go give this a coroner visit
There's no answer for it, rhetorical lyrics
Talking have mommas getting floral opinions
I'm on one, we on but she on E
She so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I'm a don
No car key and I mean
I show fur, no bikini wax
My Moschino that fire, bet you seen that
Swear this closet of heat, bitch I never need a match
Undefeated, GS in a and my Leaders hat
of scenery, I'm Al Pacino Willy Beaman yeah
Turned into a shark and I got that from all this DC
Fuck yo to The Weeknd, I ain't speaking bout that CD player
But shout to that OVO, Shout out to the T.O
YMCMB, MMG we run the globe
This the where politicians is fucking goons
And I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of
A neutral mover, truly with a bunch of crews
Better keep a shooter, always one with something to prove
Nice for war, trying to see my daughter walk
Keep wifey in La Perla and don't you ask her what that tori
keep a dodie on on me, I ain't for that Maury talk
A 40 of that OE, Casey my homie
Out in LA Im fakin' switches
This ain't mine, Ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches
I I love my music, I truthfully hate this business
I swear like this liquor is improving a lot of women
and gifted, Too empty, this is Lipton
Hallucinating from Rufilin, Who is saying is
Nigga, I got that Dilla, Premo, flow
Women front, get its cold
She never play no games with me so I never get her
I'm to boast, this lyrical overdose
Niggas George Foreman grillin', I spit that rope-a-dope
She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my
White boys gon set the mood, yeah, word to Hall & Oates
And it's still f-ck
I run the Summer, don't plan on sharing
Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is fine
That yellow bitch, a lot of face, she emoticon
Got a bunch of haters, but I got to count
Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder
I don't really know a lot, but I hope these know my heart
My Nomo could be found in stores with a jersey Nomo got
Konichiwa, chain and decent watch
If I'm geechy I can rock three chains on either block
DC PG MMG shit please do understand it
The only team more Sasha and Malia family
Malia family, We the
I give these bitches my seed, swear they need a nanny
Won't see me in the Phantom til a nigga see a