| Is it my fit? |
| My gems? |
| Oh they know what it is
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| Believe what you like oh bitch I’m ballin' forreal
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| It’s retawdid, retawdid, retawdid, forreal
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| Know it’s got a name but don’t know what to call it forreal
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| My shawty something nice and she know what it is
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| I kill her from the rear she say she feel it in her ribs
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| It’s retawdid, retawdid, retawdid, forreal
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| Know its got a name but don’t know what to call it forreal
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| They say there go Kevin Gates
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| My color scheme different
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| Banana Republic, cucumber, Aqua Marine Stitching
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| Ocean water retawdid
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| Flying men, a cheaper number
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| Play with me I go get peaded Millimeter squeeze in public
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| You see me fresh check out my collar
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| Lot of stacks don’t need wallet
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| Got this bopper who talk proper balloon booty so I popped her
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| Big ol' dick I got a lot of, got some giggling
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| She bragging on it, my belt cute and I’m sagging on 'em
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| My glasses on and I’m swaggin' on 'em
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| When I rock Louis Vuitton, people stop and stare (Hat, scarf, belt, shoes x4)
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| Fell in Neiman Marcus at this Gucci love affair
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| Before life was like a movie groupies really wasn’t there
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| And if it’s something new by Coogi I’m completely unaware
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| Shoulder game, cone of option I’m opposite Louis Lane
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| Cone of poppin' Clark Kent out the pocket like Loa Slane
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| See I don’t what you think, but they feel I’m retawdid
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| Know it’s a name for it but I don’t know what to call it
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| Is it my fit? |
| My gems? |
| Oh they know what it is
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| Believe what you like oh bitch I’m ballin' forreal
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| It’s retawdid, retawdid, retawdid, forreal
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| Know it’s got a name but don’t know what to call it forreal
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| My shawty something nice and she know what it is
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| I kill her from the rear she say she feel it in her ribs
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| It’s retawdid, retawdid, retawdid, forreal
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| Know its got a name but don’t know what to call it forreal
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| Fuck a Maybach I’m probably on a skate deck
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| For heaven sakes, I think its Flow and Kevin Gates
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| My weed is great, I’m in the bay I think it’s great
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| The weed is laced
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| Aye suck my dick and make a steak
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| Oh, girl you look so sexy
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| Don’t I know you from somewhere? |
| Ain’t yo name Alexis?
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| I kissed her on her neck, and then she start undressing
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| Now I’m bout to kill that pussy like I’m tryna get arrested
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| I say whoa Keemo Sabi, you know I keep it slimy
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| If I ain’t with Lil Shottie I’m with Lasso Luchiani
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| Swag is astounding bad bitches baking brownies
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| And I get so fucking high I’m surprised you fucking found me
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| I’m a rapper and a skater, bet your ex they ain’t know me
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| Bitch I won a Grammy and a X-Game trophy
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| This weed got me coughing
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| Know it’s a name for it but I don’t know what to call it
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| Is it my fit? |
| My gems? |
| Oh they know what it is
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| Believe what you like oh bitch I’m ballin' forreal
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| It’s retawdid, retawdid, retawdid, forreal
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| Know it’s got a name but don’t know what to call it forreal
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| My shawty something nice and she know what it is
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| I kill her from the rear she say she feel it in her ribs
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| It’s retawdid, retawdid, retawdid, forreal
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| Know its got a name but don’t know what to call it forreal |