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

Okay, I'm faded off that Ciroc, buzz
Bitch we in the building sheetrock, studs
Now she want me to beat that pussy it beat-box (what?)
She like my style, so we got ghost you D-Blockin', cous'
Yeah, she pullin' on my sleeve, tryna get to me
She got a long, wavy weave and a big ol'
I'm gettin' all this rap money and my flip coke
So don't be actin' you bougie if your boyfriend broke
She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him
I ain't tryna spend the night, I penetrate it soon
You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them like a convertible
We can get up that nigga's ego, dollars off that vertical
She tripped over my - so you know where she goin'
Put no bitch over my cash - bitch, I'm 'bout my
And I ain't talkin' rolls of quarters, but I got dimes
Tell him make my wheels look clean, bruh, I gots to shine

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Dance, too booty in the pants
I'll blow a grand, and straight throw it like a champ
And she it, I'mma get it poppin', shorties know we rockin'
I got all bitches jockin' like the motorcycle dance
I'm low on my haters, but I'm high on digits
I give her that sign, then we slide, you I'm pipin' these bitches
She said he ain't her right, she gon' eliminate him soon
And my shine out of world, bitch, I intimidate the moon
I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies - you know, Biggie
I said "baby, you some rose?" She said "you know Ricky Ross?"
I said "whoa, my cold - go play in the snow"
these white bitches still roll, oj in the cold
I hope it's all good like a field goal when touchdown a end zone
If that bitch don't c***, nigga, kick rock like a Flintstone
See, you give me your pebbles, I'll you this bam-bam
You booed-up an amateur, just call me the sandman
Lookin' at my Rollie, it's my motherfuckin'
Tell that nigga clean my wheels and make them motherfuckers