| «Please sir I’m just a young man tryna get ahead in life»
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| «Do I look like a street criminal sir?»
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| Two pints in my tummy
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| , Hi-tech
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| Shawty talkin' all that wild shit, just want the sex
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| No I don’t just want the sex, but yeah just want the neck
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| Yeah I want the neck, you can keep the sex
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| .30 on my waist, pop it in his face
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| Niggas talkin' shit wild, smack him in his place
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| Put him in his place, .30 on my waist
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| Goyard on my waist, money in her face
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| [Verse: Famous Dex &
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| Warhol.ss
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| Money in her face, Goyard on my waist
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| Gucci on my body, can’t fuck with him he a snake
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| Get that money fast, count up like a race
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| Wait, yeah, I run to the cake
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| I run to the cake, I run to the guap
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| Yeah my money green
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| , call that shit the
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| guac
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| Yeah I’m countin' knots, and I’m with your ho
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| And she with the bros and she want some more
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| Yeah she want some more, I pour me a four
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| Coolin' with your ho, can’t trust him kick in his door
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| Whoa yeah what
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| I kick in his door, never bein' broke
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| I got that money, never goin' broke
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| Boy this ain’t no hustle
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| , told your bitch to look
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| Why you actin' shook? |
| all these niggas crooks
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| All these niggas lame, smack him and I took his chain
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| Got your bitch she gave me brain, why all these niggas want the fame? |