| Gangsta
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| Gangsta
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| Gangsta Grizzils
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| Well, she lied about my price to the spender
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| And she cried about our life to the listener
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| And she asked me for advice, so I pimped her
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| Turn that chicken head into a chicken tender
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| In a Wraith, in a Wraith, out of state license plates
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| I got yay, an AK, and a temper
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| In a Wraith, In a Wraith
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| Don’t know how I’m driving straight
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| I sipped a lake of that grape, thirst quencher, oh
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| Girl, fuck with him and get your money
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| You fuck with me, you missing money, then you miss your molly
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| I get the money, spend the money, then I miss the money
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| But it come right back, right back, right back
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| That’s that Frisbee money
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| That’s Santa climbing down the chimney, money with the duffy
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| It come back, run around the gang, yeah that’s some dizzy money
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| The Humpty Dumpty, she get on that dick, she’s very comfy
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| I put a Rolie on her wrist, she used to wear a scrunchy
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| Party times, Tunechi wise
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| Wifey’s size, truly lies
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| Booty, thighs, bougie pride
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| Gucci slides, moody, tired
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| Woozy, high
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| Movie night, Jacuzzi time
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| Oooii, ah
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| Dinner, prime
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| Sushi, wine
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| And for dessert I have the cutie-pie
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| Lied about the price to the spender
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| And I lied about my height on Tinder
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| And if I hit it one time I won’t remember
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| Can’t forget it if she bring another member
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| Double date, double date
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| In a Wraith, in a Wraith
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| Bitch I’m eating full plate like November
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| In a Wraith, in a Wraith
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| In a different mind state
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| Let her sniff some snowflakes and call her winter (yah)
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| Fuck with him and get the money
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| Then come fuck with me and split the money
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| I’ll fuck her when she with her buddy
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| She guzzle dick and kiss her buddy
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| She said I love you when he send some money
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| I said I love you give your pimp some money
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| And she don’t ask how much she just come dump it
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| And I don’t ask how high I just start jumping
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| You ain’t know I kiss below the button, what
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| Girl close your eyes and let me show you something, what
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| And if you ride me like the road is bumping, what
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| I leave my key in and the motor running, what
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| Oh my god I hope they kissing cousins
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| If they not it’s gon' be consequences, repercussions
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| Woah, I just count a hundred thousand hundreds
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| And I told my babe ride the wave, Cowabunga
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| Lied about her night to her nigga
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| Her vagina 'bout to cry me a river
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| If she ask me for advice and I IG’d her
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| But she know it wasn’t me, it was the sizzurp
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| Gotta wait, gotta wait
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| 'Til I wake, 'til I wake
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| I wake up and tell bae how much I missed her
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| She looks straight in my face then start pointing to the space
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| Where she want it on her face, she’s particular
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| Y-O-U-N-G with money, yeah
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| We Y-O-U-N-G with money
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| Y-O-U-N-G with money
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| Y-O-U-N-G with money
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| Ayo, Stunna nigga need his money
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| You heard somethin' da-da-da-da-da-da, ooh
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| Y-O-U-N-G with money
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| I hear us coming, six shit |