| Saucy, saucy, so damn bossy
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| Pussy creaming in his coffee
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| Guaranteed he 'bout to stalk me
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| If he’s walkie, we can’t talkie, nope
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| These bitches washed up, Dove soap
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| They pockets on fizz, call it broke
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| Poking at my ass just to make these bitches mad
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| Might bag a nigga like a tote
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| Fresh air going through my hair
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| I don’t care, bitch, I’m just ridin'
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| It’s that 24/7 grinding
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| Now we pulling more strings than zip-lining
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| Fix that «I don’t wanna go back»
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| Recycled moonwalk 'cause shit could get violent
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| Fix that, lemme call you right back
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| I’m with my side nigga
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| Then put phone on silent
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| 'Cause I’m nobody’s bae, snap out of the days
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| Find your way out like you up in a maze
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| Switching up niggas 'cause they like the play
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| So all I do is con these niggas like Ye
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| Don’t know shit about me I stay low
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| Got whores on me and I got hay loaves
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| Ain’t up on nobody payroll
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| 'Cause my attitude nasty like Monroe
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| Tropical, tropical, tropical
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| Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
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| I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
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| Try to clown me I’ma Ronald McDonald you, yeah
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| Tropical, tropical, tropical
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| Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
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| I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
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| Try to clown me I’ma Ronald McDonald you (Donald you)
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| Clown your ass to the fullest
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| Like bitch, your ass ain’t the fullest
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| You can’t ever make me look foolish
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| 'Cause my bank account look the fullest
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| My withdrawals be the fullest
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| My withdrawals be the fullest
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| The only thing you draw is them eyebrows
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| And them bitches still ain’t the fullest
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| Raspberry timbs man, these bitches is bloody
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| I don’t wear Uggs man, them bitches is ugly
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| Your finger empty but you call him «hubby»
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| Bitch you a mother, motherfucking dummy
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| You don’t understand life
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| You Harold’s Chicken, get it fried
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| You a broken car with no drive
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| You not a you no more, you a «why?»
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| Put a dot on your head like a lowercase 'I'
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| Bullets hit males and females, it’s bi
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| High like the desert, but life never dry
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| I ain’t talking to no cops just tell 'em I’m shy
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| Why your numbers going down like a tracklist
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| I spend that money then I shit doing backflips
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| We not alike so you shouldn’t double tap this
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| Drop my body in two seconds like I’m a baptist
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| Rest in peace under my mattress
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| Bitches dead to me, I’m smoking they ashes
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| Niggas ain’t savage
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| They dick ain’t even longer than they bitch lashes
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| Had to bring choppers
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| The tree I was under was so fucking shady
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| Now money stuffing up my wallet
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| So you know damn well that I’m gravy
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| Tropical, tropical, tropical
|
| Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
|
| I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
|
| Try to clown me I’ma Ronald McDonald you, yeah
|
| Tropical, tropical, tropical
|
| Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
|
| I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
|
| Try to clown me I’ma Ronald McDonald you (Donald you)
|
| Clown your ass to the fullest
|
| Like bitch, your ass ain’t the fullest
|
| You can’t ever make me look foolish
|
| 'Cause my bank account look the fullest
|
| My withdrawals be the fullest
|
| My withdrawals be the fullest
|
| The only thing you draw is them eyebrows
|
| And them bitches still ain’t the fullest
|
| Tropical, tropical, tropical
|
| Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
|
| I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
|
| Try to clown me I’ma Ronald McDonald you, yeah
|
| Tropical, tropical, tropical
|
| Bitch I am sicker than most of these hospitals
|
| I am cold with the stick like a popsicle
|
| Try to clown me I’ma Ronald McDonald you (Donald you)
|
| Clown your ass to the fullest
|
| Like bitch, your ass ain’t the fullest
|
| You can’t ever make me look foolish
|
| 'Cause my bank account look the fullest
|
| My withdrawals be the fullest
|
| My withdrawals be the fullest
|
| The only thing you draw is them eyebrows
|
| And them bitches still ain’t the fullest |