| Joey, you killed this
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| Awwwwww yeahhhh, haha
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| Threeway (Trap)
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| Your bitch want a threeway (Uh-huh, a threeway?)
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| Yeah, uh, huh
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| I like my— yeah
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| I like my— yeah
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| I like my bitches ass too fat, it cannot fit up in her jeans
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| I like fucking from the back, cover her mouth, make that bitch scream
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| Got the Rollie flooded out, my diamonds bright just like a dream
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| I keep the Blicky covered up, I pull it out, you see the beam, ah
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| Always keep a chopper, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose
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| No, I didn’t stutter, f-f-f-fuck you (Bitch)
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| Bitches on my dick, kinda faded off mushrooms
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| I don’t give a fuck about the movie, I’ma cum soon (Bitch)
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| Ahaha, yeah
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| I need me a milli', roll another filly
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| Littest in the city, flow is always chilly
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| I stay with the reaper like I’m Mandy or I’m Billy (Yes, sir)
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| My bitch pussy fat, hit it from the back (Back)
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| Cannot fit her pants, Even from the Sax
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| Took your bitch shoppin', she gon' see my sidepiece
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| Now she finna top me, she know that I’m Papi
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| Never flowin' sloppy, niggas always copy
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| I been sipping Codeine, double cups, this isn’t coffee
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| Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you know who should hop on this?
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| (Good morning, Tokyo)
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| I don’t get along with you niggas, no rap cap
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| Magic with a strap like a wizard and a backpack
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| Niggas tryna flex driving civics with a hatchback
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| Fuck boy, niggas duckin' smoke just like Aflac
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| Blastoise, shots in your back with that cannon
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| Bad choice, I’m fire type, you get damaged
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| Bad joints, we gon' pop out, make you panic
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| Asteroids, I’m simply not from this planet, uh
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| I’m seeing this shit with my mind’s eyes, uh
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| So I keep me a stick for that fah-fah, uh
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| You went awoken my mental, my haven
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| I’m grinding like pavement
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| This ain’t no muhfucking drive-by, yeah
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| This time, run up on your blindside (Bitch)
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| You say you talk on the internet
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| You see my silhouette behind you, hide, hide
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| I turn your boyfriend to a bitch
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| Boy, you get cursed
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| Just like a witch, I keep a stick, uh
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| Led on my lap like she tryna x-ray my dick
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| Ahem
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| Then she throw that fucking neck just like a lynch
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| Okay |