| Twenty-five lines on the dresser |
| Ran off on the plug like a Tesla |
| Coke make her sneeze, God bless her |
| Fuck her like a wrestler, Brock Lesnar |
| South cocaine, polyester |
| More sand than Mojave Desert |
| White cheese, talkin' mozzarella |
| White girl, talkin' Aguilera |
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| White girl, call her Consuela |
| All coke, no Doctor Pepper |
| I protect her like contraceptive |
| Break a brick like a block in Tetris |
| Ate the dick, she want sloppy seconds |
| At her throat like a diamond necklace |
| Cook the coke like my mama breakfast |
| I'm in the lab like I'm Doctor Jekyl |
| All gas, that's without the pedal |
| I'm in her face, that's without the freckles |
| All bass, that's without the treble |
| Johnson-Johnson, yeah, the powder fresher |
| Snort a line, ain't no time to measure |
| I ain't tryna press you, but it's my pleasure |
| White girl come with dollar signs, Kesha |
| Mary Jane, molly, hot lesbians |
| Bitches snortin' coke off of bitches |
| Lickin' cocaine off of titties |
| White girl, sweet, soft, and pretty |
| Lookin' like a spliff, nice, tall, skinny |
| I'm him, baby, got that bass like Eric B. and Rakim, baby |
| Nosedive, then swim, baby |
| More white girls than Slim Shady |
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| Sugar sweets (And Tom Brady) |
| Cotton candy, sweet as dough |
| Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl (Sugar sweets), oh (Lala-la-la-la-la) |
| Cotton candy, sweet as dough (Toni) |
| Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl |
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| On dirty Sprite, she a coke head |
| Make the beat slap with no hands |
| My dog a blood, it's code red |
| With two hoes, gave 'em both head |
| My brother, brother, my best friend |
| On more white than Ovechkin |
| Walked in the strip club, spent more Washingtons than a redskin |
| In candyland, I'm the handyman |
| Got the tool me, Azul on me |
| Where would I be without my baby? Ja Rule on me |
| Don and 42 on me |
| Got more at stake than wagyu, homie |
| I could swim in my jewels, Rollie on in the pool (Alright) |
| Don Corleone on this mornin' |
| She was doin' lines on Zoom (Alright) |
| Line's long to the powder room, oh yeah, powder room (Uh) |
| Keep in mind, I'm at the studio tryna lay down a verse |
| She pulled out her debit card and chopped it up, nose first (Yuh) |
| I listen up, I don't judge, her booty softer than Uggs (Uh) |
| I grab on it sometimes when we hug, just because (Woo) |
| My sugar, sugar, my sweet thing, you put the G in G-string (G) |
| Sat back and I peeped game |
| Touched her once and a leak came |
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| Sugar sweets (Yeah) |
| Cotton candy, sweet as dough |
| Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl (Sugar sweets), oh (Lala-la-la-la-la) |
| Cotton candy, sweet as dough |
| Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl (Lala-la-la-la-la-la), oh |
| Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl (Lala-la-la-la-la-la), oh |
| (Lala-la-la-la-la-la) |
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| T-twenty-five lines on the dresser (Yeah) |
| Ran off on the plug like a Tesla (Yeah) |
| C-coke make her sneeze, God bless her (Yeah) |
| Fuck her like a wrestler, Brock Lesnar (Yeah) |
| S-south cocaine, polyester (Yeah) |
| More-more sand than Mojave Desert (Yeah) |
| White cheese, talkin' mozzarella (Yeah) |
| White girl, talkin Aguilera |
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| Sugar sweets (Lala-la-la-la-la-la) |
| Cotton candy, sweet as dough |
| Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl (Sugar sweets), oh (Lala-la-la-la-la) |
| Cotton candy, sweet as dough |
| Ballin' like the Sugar Bowl |
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| Sweet (Lala-la-la-la-la-la, oh, yeah) |
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