| Now my watch so fuckin' bright
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| It look like sunlight in the night
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| I shit on rappers, I shit on atheletes
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| Me and Floyd should book a fight
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| I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
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| Versace frames so call me forbes
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| I done fucked every hoe I like
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| I’m so charming all these tinted chains
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| I didn’t even wear a charm
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| She like Bentley braclets what’s that on your arm
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| You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so
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| damn defenseless
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| They love me like its lil christmas
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| I’m young active and attractive
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| Nonchalant but I’m persistent
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| I can get any bitch I want
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| But I’m so motherfuckin' picky
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| I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin'
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| You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain
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| In the strip club chillin' so nonchalant…
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| I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
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| In a whip so new valet scared to park it
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| Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
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| My collabs turn locals to established artists
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| In the strip club chillin' so nonchalant
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| Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
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| I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
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| A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
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| I still get love from the EA (six)
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| But I got no love form the DA
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| I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
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| I guess I still get love from the DJs
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| But I got no love for you fuckboys
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| You still caught up in the he-say she-say
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| I send love to my niggas on lock down
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| A lot of them ain’t got no release date
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| The J’s love it how I whip it
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| Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
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| Baby if you love me like you say that you do
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| Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
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| All the young niggas call me a OG
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| But I don’t reminisce about the old days
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| I don’t want nothin' old but a bankroll
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| I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its wop)
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| In the strip club chillin' so nonchalant… |