| Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
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| Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
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| Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
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| Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| She caught up in my love triangle
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| I used to sell them things in triangle
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| And that was when I was in the eighth grade
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| Now I’m self made and I’m high paid
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| Nigga, you ain’t even in my tax bracket
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| I’m pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racket
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| Gucci man, it’s the Gucci crew
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| Bricksquad Records, nigga, who are you?
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| What it do nigga, what’s poppin'?
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| Find them early next summer we droppin'
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| We back again, yeah, we back again and we gotta win
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| She wanna be my friend
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I pull up in that black and red challenger
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| A competition where the challengers
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| I pull up in that 'Rrari with the other one
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| And thinking about goin' and gettin' another one
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| Gucci Man, I wander right from Africa to Pakistan
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| Understand and over stand, Gucci man in overland
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| What a fine ass, yellow bone, she got it going on
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| Now I got so many chains, no, they don’t know what’s going on
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| Found her number in my phone and don’t know what be going wrong
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| Found her number in my phone and don’t know what be going wrong
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| She had it going on
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| Easier they know my name, magic city, throw some change
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| Flyest nigga in this, bitch and I don’t even own no chain
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| Take your chick with no complaint, she say my shit, oh, so great
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| And that’s why be she feeling me, yeah, I got that Novacaine
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| Go for my debauch shit, forced to rock till I’m nauseous
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| Stuck up when, she sober when she rollin', got no conscious
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| She owe these now Louis Vuitton, she work at that nudi bar
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| Thought they do it for the money, get your camera
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| Dream, we can all burn till I am the highest, man
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| Y’all a bunch of pussies, why the fuck I need an alias then?
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| Paper planes piloting, why your seller tiring
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| These pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper
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| I think them bitches love that I’m a bottle popper |