| Internet Money, bitch
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| Hahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid
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| Baby, come and have a blast with me
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| Do everything I say like your majesty
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| Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
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| Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
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| Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
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| Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
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| Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me
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| Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
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| I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
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| Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
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| I was just fortunate, got the remedy
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| Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
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| Baby, come and have a blast with me
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| Do everything I say like your majesty
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| Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
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| Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)
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| You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
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| Wish it was a paper cut, but it’s a gash, I bleed out
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| And the way you keep harassin' me
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| It’s a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
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| Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
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| You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
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| Devil horns on a angel, still haven’t learned my lesson (Uh)
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| We’re a mess and our life’s a wreck (Hey)
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| Toxic, toxic, toxic
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| The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
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| I should’ve turned away when I found out you were demonic
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| Let’s be honest, you’re the devil’s daughter
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| Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
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| We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
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| We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
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| Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
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| Baby, come and have a blast with me
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| Do everything I say like your majesty
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| Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
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| Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
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| Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
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| Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
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| Craving your love, it’s heart-attacking me
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| Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
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| Gang, gang, gang
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| Probably fuckin' your mama
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| Three K on my wrist like André
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| Servin' like entrée
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| Ha, huh, you dig? |
| You dig? |
| You dig? |