| I could give you summertime horrors
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| You could stay around if you love me
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| Bitch don’t count my blessings, so I’m Lucki
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| Bro we gon' be rich if this go right
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| Bitch I got that act in my system 'cause it’s showtime
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| Percocet bandito back then when they ain’t know rhymes
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| Deception in my blood, yup Imma pay you back in no time
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| You worry 'bout that whole line
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| You trippin' hoe, this yo' time
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| I can go at anybody, any order
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| I got ten zips in my duffy
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| I can’t do the satchel, but the Supreme
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| I don’t know who payin' for this Uber
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| If the hoe leave me she know game 'cause I schooled her
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| Steal propane in these washed up ksubis
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| Finesse game strong if the cops come prove it
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| Still with my slime, guess I love bein' stupid
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| Y’all don’t even say it, you’on mean that
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| And sit your bitches down, and I ain’t seen head
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| In the mirror is the only time I see threats
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| Chase death, not 'nuff, try and chase checks
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| The pills she sniffin, green shit, I’m sippin' brown
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| I’m lying like it’s Henny, cream it calm me down
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| Pop star get high with me, bet she die with me
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| That bitch won’t ride for you, that bitch gon' lie to you
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| Who the fuck you think you talkin' to-a Skrewface
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| Duckin' out a warrant in like two states
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| Probably make a mill, get 'Lo, and cop a new face
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| Bitch I would be lying to you sayin' I only get high with you babe
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| But you knew that |