| Blowing up my phone cause I got bomb pussy
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| I’m not from the hood I am from my mom pussy
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| I talk shit thats what I do, talk shit till my face blue
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| You doing good when they hate you
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| These bitches kiddie like Babe Ruth
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| Comprehend I’m not yo friend I forever trend like Timberlands
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| I don’t never count what I’m finna spend
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| My money right dont need a pen
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| Come out slaying with the hottest look
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| Make yo nigga come out his pocketbook
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| It ain’t a date just a dinner plate
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| These frog legs, such elite buffet
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| Back to the streets I gotta get me a buck
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| Condoms not needed cause, don’t give a fuck
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| My homies told me who they bout to rush
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| I won’t say shit like the old movie «Hush»
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| Cause I’m not no snitch but I am that bitch
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| All because I’m in the light do not mean I’m gone switch
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| No my nigga this is not a rental
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| You gone need a dental if you fuck with me
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| Lay a nigga down in the ground
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| If he really think he got one up on me
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| On the highway in my Jeeper creeper
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| Paid for this bitch off straight features
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| If you ain’t getting paid everyday like it’s Friday
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| Fuck out my face like bye Felicia
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| Friday… Felicia… only real niggas get it, (yea, yea)
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| Lets get it
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| Bitches out here acting tough, I’m tryna ignore the fuss
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| Cause I don’t play with people kids
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| Bitch this ain’t Toys R Us (Nah)
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| Bitch this ain’t Toys R Us (Nah)
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| I came up from the rough
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| The squad with me yeah we get paid
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| While yall bitches looking pre-paid
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| No T-Pain but this tea will leave a nigga in pain
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| With a migraine when I spill it
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| Anything I do I kill it, this Peruvian bitch feel it
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| Fake hair but I’m the realest
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| I’m hard head you can’t tell me nothing
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| I’m going in like a belly button
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| And on every beat that I see just label it «RIP»
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| We only pals if it’s PayPal or get the fuck away from me
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| And to keep this shit G, I got more music than Glee
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| We got beef cause he got roast
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| And I got more power than ghost
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| And I got more ledges than soap
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| Cause I burn bread like toast
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| Bitch try it, bullets flying niggas dying now
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| You put that on God but you still lying, wow!
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| Sad case, goofy running in a fast pace
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| Looking like a track star knowing this yo last day
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| Niggas already know what I’m about
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| What’s the amount? |
| Let me check yo account
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| I’m never lacking I change up my route
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| Bitches out looking for me like a scout |