| And it’s Warhol in this bitch nigga
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| Dex in this bitch nigga
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| You got Uno in this bitch nigga
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| Know how we rockin man
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| Wassup b
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| Keep this shit one hunnid, down 1k, and I keep a K
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| I can’t fuck wit niggas cause I know he don’t do what he say
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| Keep my youngin’s ready on the Tech, they gon' get it back
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| Spend this guap but I’ma get it back, I’ma get it back
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| Ridin 'round the city Forgiato rims shinin' bitch
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| Boy don’t get to close I up this 30 now we turn 'em bitch
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| Ball out bitch I’m shoppin spend a check when I’m out at 5th
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| Movie boy, shoot that movie boy we hold a hunnid clips
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| Dirty sprite, sippin dirty sprite, it’s a dirty night
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| Two bitches, kissin hella right, choppa might take your life
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| Wait, hop in the Masi' go far, huh they look at me like a star
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| Huh, I do not do the bars, poppin them percs man I need me a jaw
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| I be so fly it’s Dex way, diamond chain go dat way
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| Used to be broke in the day, I get the money I swear I be paid
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| Kick in yo door it’s a raid, tell your bitch open the safe
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| Huh, lil baby don’t wait, huh they tryna copy the wave
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| What, yeah, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
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| They tryna — they tryna copy the wave, I get the money I swear I be paid
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| What, Dexter
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| I was broke up in the days, I fuck your bitch I’ll pull her braids
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| Yeah, ooh, sippin on lean
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| Ooh, chopper It came wit the beam
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| Fuckin the bitch till she scream
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| I know my dick in her spleen
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| Count up blue cheese
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| Ooh yeah, I want the green
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| Baby she suckin me, plea
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| Baby she all on her knees, suckin me up, like daddy you brave
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| Lift up her shirt for the beans, ooh baby go eat up my seeds
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| Why, oh, cause she is a bird, I think that Molly ain’t work
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| Try to run up and leave him on the shirt, hit em on the 15th and on the 1st
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| Uh yeah, drop it off, ooh, percs she pop em all
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| I don’t say shit I just pop it off, baby blow me like a molotov
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| Yeah, Hugo Boss, still get the ice from Ben Baller
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| Fuck her today and I’m gon' tomorrow
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| Uh, sorry I slaughtered your daughter
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| Ooh, sorry you don’t have father, baby girl calling me father
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| Really she calling me daddy but I just want top and don’t wanna be bothered
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| I put the snake on my collar, ooh money come in different colors
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| I be ballin like the Rockets, said she want me cause I’m smoother than butter
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| Ya dig? |