| All these goddamn jewels like I’m having a pool party
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| Gotta keep the .40
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| These hoes gon' choose, they all on me
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| Two snow bunnies coming home from Pink Pony
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| Three fluid ounces of the Hitech and the twenty
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| I fell asleep on Xanax, I’ma see you in the morning
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| Fucked that Pablo Perc, now I’m going to Aroma
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| Geeking on the molly, eat your bitch 'cause I’m hungry
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| I’m on Designer Drugz, but you know I still ain’t slipping
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| Lean, slab, Percocet, prescriptions
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| I smoked a whole pound of cookie dime, I’m tripping
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| Bought a pair of Christians and she forgot she was Christian
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| Too much money, ridiculous
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| Bands on bands, consistent
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| Brand new Benz, thin mint
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| Wondering where your bitch went
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| He fresh like everyday Easter
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| Santa got a big bag like Christmas
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| Too many hoes, I should start tipping
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| Fuck your hoe on the molly, kick her out, limping
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| She grabbing the money, you tipping
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| I’m serving my Uncle Ricky
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| How many hoes pay for my attention?
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| Louie Don said the
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| 22 pocket rocket in me
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| You started it, nigga, I bet we end in
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| Hoodrich, nigga, this ain’t no image
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| Real trapper, nigga, you just a gimmick
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| All these goddamn jewels like I’m having a pool party
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| Gotta keep the .40
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| These hoes gon' choose, they all on me
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| Two snow bunnies coming home from Pink Pony
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| Three fluid ounces of the Hitech and the twenty
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| I fell asleep on Xanax, I’ma see you in the morning
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| Fucked that Pablo Perc, now I’m going to Aroma
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| Geeking on the molly, eat your bitch 'cause I’m hungry |