| Both my bitches hit me, think they want me at once
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| The molly and that britney both be on me at once
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| You call that shit a lick and we can’t call it enough
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| I keep a kilo in my crib and a pound in my lungs
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| Bad habits, die hard
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| YSL, Goyard
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| Walked fresh out the storm
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| With some water on my wrist, bad bitch on my arm
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| Vodka in her crush that’s like her Dayquil
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| If I don’t take your bitch then Hazy Haze will
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| I ain’t flexing daddy money bitch I pay bills
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| My folk be quick to draw, you better stay still
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| Trying to fly my ass from Brampton out to Naples
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| Broke bitches don’t vacation they just take pills
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| But both my bitches hit me think they want me at once
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| Got Rami on the line like what the count on my funds
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| Time and time again I end up down on my luck
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| But I’m a pro at flipping dubs ain’t no odd stacking up
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| Used to hit 10 lines a day
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| Don’t know how I’m alive today
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| Dropped out went to lines for grades
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| C to A, we graduate
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| All I had were snow days
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| Two girls going both ways
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| Mans who try, get no play
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| My killers go ghostface
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| Had to get my soul straight
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| Don’t believe in soul mates
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| Life too fast got no breaks
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| Life too fast got no breaks
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| But both my itches hit me, think they want me at once
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| The molly and that britney both be on me at once
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| You call that shit a lick and we can’t call it enough
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| I keep a kilo in my crib and a pound in my lungs
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| Bad habits, die hard
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| YSL, Goyard
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| Walked fresh out the storm
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| With some water on my wrist, bad bitch on my arm |