| Guys look who I fucking met, it’s fucking absent will
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| Glory
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| Ayy
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| Slide on it, ride on it
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| Eyes on it, I own it
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| Even if the pussy got miles on it
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| Best believe this dick got miles on it
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| I ain’t tryna pry on it, lie on it
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| Eyes on it, I own it
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| Even if the pussy got miles on it
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| Best believe this dick got miles on it
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| Sit with us, mix with us
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| Hold on tight I got a lick to buss
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| Galil hit him sitting with his pistol up, I fixed him up
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| I leave a nigga lit as fuck (yeah)
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| I could never miss my touch (mhm)
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| I beat the pussy till I cripple it up
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| I cheated a nut she eating it up (mhm)
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| My bitch conceited as fuck she insist on speeding it up (mhm)
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| Ride around with the heat in the trunk 50 rounds to the beat of the drum yeah
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| He’ll cry when I’m letting it off she’ll cry when I’m beating it up (mhm)
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| We all slide when you say that its up we all ride cuz my niggas is one (ahhh)
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| My dick was born in the trenches
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| My Nina got extensions
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| Keep that pole on my body I hope my enemies tempted
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| We ain’t running no ones, less she choking on cum
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| I’ve got smoke in my lungs, I’ve got smoke in this gun
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| Slide on it, ride on it
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| Eyes on it, I own it
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| Even if the pussy got miles on it
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| Best believe this dick got miles on it
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| I ain’t tryna pry on it, lie on it
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| Eyes on it, I own it
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| Even if the pussy got miles on it
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| Best believe this dick got miles on it
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| I set the auto lock to never just so I could never miss when you text me
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| My bitch an autobot when she transform and let it off the shit can get sexy
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| Please don’t ever disrespect me, got machetes in the chevy
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| Drop him drop him when I’m not in the mood
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| You can sit inside the trunk of a coupe, watch how you move
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| I can not lose a bitch and take her back I do not have a time machine
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| But I’ve got designer jeans, I got a red dot not a beam
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| Don’t like to be seen
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| I can not sit back and act like I’m not in love with all the finer things
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| Die for a dollar but kill for the dream, tell them niggas they ain’t taking a
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| thing
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| My dick was born in the trenches
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| My Nina got extensions
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| Keep that pole on my body I hope my enemies tempted
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| We ain’t running no ones, less she choking on cum
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| I’ve got smoke in my lungs, I’ve got smoke in this gun
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| Slide on it, ride on it
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| Eyes on it, I own it
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| Even if the pussy got miles on it
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| Best believe this dick got miles on it
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| I ain’t tryna pry on it, lie on it
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| Eyes on it, I own it
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| Even if the pussy got miles on it
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| Best believe this dick got miles on it |