| Your broad wanna text me and you know I let her do
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| I open up her legs like I’m playing peek-a-boo
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| Now I’m flyin' out the country, your boy makin' moves
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| And I keep my ice on 'cause I gotta keep it cool
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| I see you in the daytime then I see you after school
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| I see you on that FaceTime, I can’t wait to be next to you
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| I put you in my 'Rari or I put you in my Coupe
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| And she wanna slurp me, like some Campbell noodle soup
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| When I was on the news, niggas thought it was April Fools
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| When you hear my songs, nigga, please don’t get confused
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| Yeah, I get a lot of guap, ask me? |
| Yes I do
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| I walk inside my parking lot, hard for me to choose
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| I pull up, Gucci shoes, watch me how I bust my moves
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| Or I wear my Fendi top and throw shots of Grey Goose
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| And a lot of panties drop when I’m in that room
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| When I wanna get away, my 'Rari gotta zoom
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| We like when they pop shit because they doomed
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| I just deposit my check this afternoon
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| I came from the projects, no silver spoons
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| I remember the gray skies and now they blue
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| Now it’s the butterfly doors from the cocoon
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| Now I fly in my jet to see the moon
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| I will give all myself to you
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| I will give all myself to her
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| Your broad wanna text me and you know I let her do
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| I open up her legs like I’m playing peek-a-boo
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| Now I’m flyin' out the country, your boy makin' moves
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| And I keep my ice on 'cause I gotta keep it cool
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| I see you in the daytime then I see you after school
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| I see you on that FaceTime, I can’t wait to be next to you
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| I put you in my 'Rari or I put you in my Coupe
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| And she wanna slurp me, like some Campbell noodle soup
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| So, oh |