| Sharp like a dagger, I got swagger
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| Oh and you know it’s a rich ass nigga
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| Coupe fly past ya, white like Casper
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| Have them crazy hoes washin' my harrasants
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| On my dick flashin', gassed up in the master
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| Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her
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| Left wrist plasma
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| My chains gave me asthma (Bling)
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| Yeah, I love my hoe but I don’t look at nem like some harrasants
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| Man, these bitches irri'
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| She walked up in the mirror
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| What kinda trackhawk, I can T you and Tamara
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| Ayy, felonies
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| Ayy, I got felonies
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| Ayy, I smoke hella weed
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| Ayy, what’s your word it don’t matter to me
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| Ayy, bring them bands out
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| Ayy, I can make a hoe let up
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| Ayy, Lil nigga what’s the matter?
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| Ayy, heard you be pissed get a new blader, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder
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| Nigga was angry, pulled out the whips then he got madder, ayy
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| I got the Urus doin' 2020, can’t go no faster
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| All These chains up on my neck but I own my mastersss
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| Un un, bling bling bling
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Un un, bling bling bling
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| Un un, bling bling bling
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| Un un, bling bling bling
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| I’m a big timer
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| Now, throw peace signs up
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| Got chop sticks same size as Kevin Hart but I ain’t picking Big Sean up
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| Opps on big momma
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| Tell what they on a nama
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| Pull up in new Lamb', bitch, no propaganda, we be wavin' llamas
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| I still fry belonies
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| This lil bitch so weird that she gotta meet me around the column
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| I just pulled up on that Porsh truck with my brother Jones
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| Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo, them my fuckin' homies
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| She be fuckin' homeless, when I was broke I was never lonely
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| Police think they run up on me, bitch I ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Fuck niggas wanna get my Audi
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| Cops wanna kill me at the juvenile
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| Now, I got a car like Birdman
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| Movin' to the A, I’ma ride a Dulie
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| Nigga you oochie-couchie
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| Smokin' on Tookie-Tookie
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| And we send 'em clips you come join this Groovy Moovy
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| Bitch got booty-booty, I’m like Suhki-Suhki
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| I’m a young street nigga, bitch came in the crib and she like «ooh, he bougie»
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| Gang gang gang, ayy
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| Gang gang gang, huh
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| Gang gang gang, wooh
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| Gang gang gang, phew
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| Gang gang gang, wooh
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| Gang gang gang, wooh
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| Gang gang gang, wooh |