| I’m kickin' expensive shit right now, man
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| I ain’t, I ain’t worried 'bout what no nigga talkin' 'bout, man
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| This icier than my bitch, man
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| Pink and blue racks
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| (Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
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| I spent two thousand for the shoe that I’m kickin'
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| I flew her in just to fuck when she visit
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| Countin' up racks when she called, I was busy
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| Huntin' down bands, you can think I was Izzy
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| Ice in my teeth, bitch, I go to the dentist
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| Fuck 'bout no loss, I bossed up and got plenty
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| Body and shape like she work out, fitness
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| Can’t tell if I fucked her, I won’t leave a witness
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| All blue racks, pink fifties like pussycats
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| Showing her ass and tryna hit from the back
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| Roll up the dope, I kick back and relax
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| My denim fit skinny, my pockets could stretch
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| Grind in the trap, I could get off the packs
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| Freaky lil' bitch and she kissin' my tats
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| Jewelry on me, I think she just got wet
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| Swing 'round the block, make the opps hit the deck
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| Ha, Percs in my body, itching like mosquito
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| Double up every time I go and reload
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| Call up my 'migo, I meet him at Gino
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| They be like, «Where you get them? |
| I ain’t see those»
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| Ice freeze your bitch like my name was Sub-Zero
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| Money Power Respect like I’m MPR Tito (Ooh, yeah)
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| Flex with the racks, I can spread the Velveeta
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| She tryna leave me, I still don’t believe her
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| Benjamin dead friends, got a skeleton
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| Walk and I drip like the rain, call the weatherman
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| Fucked up, I make that shit mine when I slide it in
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| African diamonds, my bitch is Somalian
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| Rock real, the diamonds ain’t made by the Chinamen
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| Keep that shit real, I don’t know how to pretend
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| Keep the chopstick 'cause I know I got many men
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| Cost a whole pound for the shoe that I’m steppin' in
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| I spent two thousand for the shoe that I’m kickin'
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| I flew her in just to fuck when she visit
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| Countin' up racks when she called, I was busy
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| Huntin' down bands, you can think I was Izzy
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| Ice in my teeth, bitch, I go to the dentist
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| Fuck 'bout no loss, I bossed up and got plenty
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| Body and shape like she work out, fitness
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| Can’t tell if I fucked her, I won’t leave a witness
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| All blue racks, pink fifties like pussycats
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| Showing her ass and tryna hit from the back
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| Roll up the dope, I kick back and relax
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| My denim fit skinny, my pockets could stretch
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| Grind in the trap, I could get off the packs
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| Freaky lil' bitch and she kissin' my tats
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| Jewelry on me, I think she just got wet
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| Swing 'round the block, make the opps hit the deck
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| Money no problem
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| Shorty, she shaped like a Coke bottle
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| Bought her Prada just to show her I’m proud of her
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| Told her be quiet, she can’t help but to holler
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| Drip on 'em like I’m hot lava
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| Yeah, shorty gon' suck with a lot of saliva
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| Broomstick and yay like my last name was Potter
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| Hair on my guts and my paint look like powder
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| Guns like we just seen 'em lockdown the towers
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| Give me that pussy when she fresh out the shower
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| Fuck when I want, I’ma ghost, I got power
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| Trapper well timed, we put in them hours
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| This shit for us, the world is ours
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| Cautious, be careful 'cause I won’t allow it
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| Walked in, shorty had on nothin' but a towel
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| Spin it like Wheel of Fortune, buy a vowel
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| You ain’t got these, bought 'em 'fore they came out
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| I spent two thousand for the shoe that I’m kickin'
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| I flew her in just to fuck when she visit
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| Countin' up racks when she called, I was busy
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| Huntin' down bands, you can think I was Izzy
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| Ice in my teeth, bitch, I go to the dentist
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| Fuck 'bout no loss, I bossed up and got plenty
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| Body and shape like she work out, fitness
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| Can’t tell if I fucked her, I won’t leave a witness
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| All blue racks, pink fifties like pussycats
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| Showing her ass and tryna hit from the back
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| Roll up the dope, I kick back and relax
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| My denim fit skinny, my pockets could stretch
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| Grind in the trap, I could get off the packs
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| Freaky lil' bitch and she kissin' my tats
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| Jewelry on me, I think she just got wet
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| Swing 'round the block, make the opps hit the deck |