| Yeah, yeah
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| I got the juice, I got the sauce
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| Bitch, and I’m feeling the boss
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| Stick to the facts, count up the rest, I just been killing 'em all
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| Stuck to the code, out on the road, I just been feeling my bag
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| Broke all them molds, watch how they fold, all in their feelings, they mad
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| Queen in my blood and they can’t relate
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| Getting this money like state to state
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| Tipping the scale with this major weight
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| Queen of the game, I’m like eight for eight
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| Sitting back and let my haters hate 'cos all this grate I make got me living
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| great
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| Sitting back and I’m just counting racks and I’m just mounting stacks shit
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| intimidate
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| I reiterate
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| (Touchdown)
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| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down)
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| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now)
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| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out)
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| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick
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| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit
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| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit
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| Bitch, shit! |
| (Touchdown)
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| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down)
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| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now)
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| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out)
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| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick
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| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit
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| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit
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| Bitch, shit!
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| I got the flavor, it’s all in the sauce, ain’t no assumptions and faults
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| Bossy behavior, they lovin' the floss, broke be the bitches, we off
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| Debbie be draped in that Abloh with my eyes low
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| Ask me how hard does my drive go? |
| Murciélago
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| Pedal to metal, you ain’t on this level
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| You bitches be puppets, I’m more like Gepetto
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| My diamonds stay shining, some white and some yellow
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| I stunt on my haters, that feeling is special
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| Icy at the best so I’m cold as fuck
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| Find me some fire to roll it up
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| Still in the cut and still blowed as fuck
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| Fully reloaded, let’s blow it up
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| I be that bitch that they imitate
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| Change up the lane like it’s interstate
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| He said he need it so I let him eat it then kick his ass out, that’s a dinner
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| date
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| I be the bitch that you can’t escape
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| I’ll leave the scene then it’s yellow tape
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| Bitch I go hard when I’m in the paint
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| Debbie just hustle and innovate, bitch, I been living great
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| (Touchdown)
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| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down)
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| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now)
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| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out)
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| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick
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| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit
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| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit
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| Bitch, shit! |
| (Touchdown)
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| Talkin' 'bout time (Buss down)
|
| If we talkin' 'bout shine (Us now)
|
| We talkin' 'bout mine (Flushed out)
|
| I been the shit on my shit don’t forget
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the digits I kick
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| Just like the blunts, all my shit is gon' hit
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| Don’t need no fire, my circle’s too lit
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| Bitch, shit! |