| Yeah, we in this bitch
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| Cigarette lit
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| I’m not into your bitch
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| I had to end that shit
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| Yeah, she twerking and shit
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| She a dancer
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| Niggas making me sick
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| Baby, I got cancer
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| Ralph Lauren and Jimmy Choo’s, Jimmy Choo’s
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| Autelier for my lingerie, how can I lose?
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| Brand new Fear Of God, SS'22
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| AP on me lit up, like I’m Pikachu
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| Oh yeah, we in this bitch
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| Lit like a lantern
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| Oh yeah, she poking that shit
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| Yeah she a dancer
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| Baby, if that nigga sick
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| Then I got cancer
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| Ayy, if that nigga sick
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| Then I got cancer
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| Super surf in this bitch and we getting too rich
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| Put your neck on ice and your wrist on lit
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| Bet your girl gon' slide 'cause she a dancer
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| And I’m way too right, I got the answers
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| Out, if you’re poppin' tonight
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| How I let 'em out we sippin' on high
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| Activate my cell, I can’t check my damn mind
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| Let you have it all and I ain’t gon' lie
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| Yeah, we in this bitch
|
| Cigarette lit
|
| I’m not into your bitch
|
| I had to end that shit
|
| Yeah, she twerking and shit
|
| She a dancer
|
| Niggas making me sick
|
| Baby, I got cancer
|
| Ralph Lauren and Jimmy Choo’s, Jimmy Choo’s
|
| Autelier for my lingerie, how can I lose?
|
| Brand new Fear Of God, SS'22
|
| AP on me lit up, like I’m Pikachu
|
| Oh yeah, we in this bitch
|
| Lit like a lantern
|
| Oh yeah, she poking that shit
|
| Yeah she a dancer
|
| Baby, if that nigga sick
|
| Then I got cancer
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| Ayy, if that nigga sick
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| Then I got cancer |