| Uh, piece inside my lap, yeah
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| Everytime that I ride around, strapped, yeah
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| Ayy, creepy hoes like I’m Blackbear
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| Check the fabric on my jacket, this is cashmere
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| I’m, ridin' 'round the city and I’m clutchin' fo' fives
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| And I fuck with ten out of tens, they a dime
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| Shorty in the telly with me, tryna catch a vibe
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| I fuck her once, then I’m dippin' out in disguise
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| Ayy, smokin' on that big bag, yeah, I love the pies
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| Ayy, shorty say she love me, but I know she wanna lie
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| Ayy, she see that I got the bag, wanna catch a ride
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| Ayy, but this ain’t for free, baby, this here comin' priced
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| Ayy, can’t you see my neck got ice?
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| Ayy, can’t you see I know the price?
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| Ayy, and my necklace full of ice
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| Ayy, yeah, ayy
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| Chains on my neck, that’s a crucifix, yeah (crucifix)
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| Only time I take a L, Loubou-tin, yeah (Louboutin)
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| Ridin' with the two percent, yeah (two percent)
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| I ain’t got no time tryna shoot the shit, yeah (catchin' plays)
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| Chains, that’s a crucifix, yeah (catchin' plays)
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| Ridin' with the two percent, yeah (catchin' plays)
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| Got no time to shoot the shit, yeah (catchin' plays)
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| Only L I got is Loubou-tins, yeah (catchin' plays) |