| We sippin neuro in the sand
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| Stacks stacks on racks
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| All my geishas from Japan
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| Feeding me that marzipan
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| Now we rollin in the lamb
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| All my whips are foreign
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| You know I keep it in the fam
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| Stack stack on rubber bands
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| Drip drop wrist watch lock jaw in them flip flops
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| Snap backs horderves fortnight don’t mind mink furs
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| Got a membership at Soho but I keep it on the low low
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| Please no photo naked pic on my phone
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| Baby where you at are you home
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| Face down ass up that’s the way Tarzan fuck
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| Call me Mr Funny Man hunnid band contraband contraband
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| Cotton candy Gucci mama, yeah we wear all designer
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| Fendi Louis Prada Prada yeah that’s my alma mater
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| Valentino on my yacht now we taking shots
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| Coming for that number one spot, for that number one spot
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| Bet they can’t ride like me
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| You know they ain’t fly like me
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| It’s a crime I got boys shorter than my eyeline
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| Might as well be sitting on the sideline
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| Rock a hoodie better than your boyfriend on his best day
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| Even when he at the gym working chest day
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| Flirt skirt pop a perk let it flow through my body
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| I’m too busy walk it talk it on cloud nine
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| Acting like I don’t know nobody
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| So I text my bitch we got this flick like girl where we gone sit
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| Is that Ronny is that Michael ain’t that boy that just went psycho
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| He kinda fine though not looking for a romance
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| Just looking for a showman make me feel important
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| Is that too much to ask anybody out there up to task
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| Guess I’m to busy popping tags popping tags popping tags
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| We sippin neuro in the sand
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| Stacks stacks on racks
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| All my geishas from Japan
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| Feeding me that marzipan
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| Now we rollin in the lamb
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| All my whips are foreign
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| You know I keep it in the fam
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| Stack stack on rubber bands
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| Cotton candy Gucci mama, yeah we wear all designer
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| Fendi Louis Prada Prada yeah that’s my alma mater
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| Valentino on my yacht now we taking shots
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| Coming for that number one spot, for that number one spot |