| Pyrex, turn me up
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| None of that rap
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| Bill, ahaha
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| Right, Luxury Tax steal your bitch
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| Yuh, yeah
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| She thick, petite, and gorgeous
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| House in the hills, enormous
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| Back to back foreigns with horses
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| I meet your plug and extort him
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| Meet at the jet in the mornin'
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| I’m addicted, I wake up and pour it
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| All of this ice, no sorbet
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| Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay
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| A plug wanna meet on the runway
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| Drop it off, pick it up Monday
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| I sold them pints on a Sunday
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| Tryna run it up, you know that’s always
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| I’m richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad
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| I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways
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| My neck, wrist, fist, lit, bitch, you know we ballin'
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| I ran through an M, no black and whites
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| I put that on law and my momma
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| I caught on, my family was fraudin'
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| These pussy niggas made me heartless
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| I’ma go get regardless
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| What’s the play, then I count out the commas
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| Want a Richard Mille like I’m a golfer
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| Never fucked on a bitch and her momma
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| We took the FF57's and Carbons
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| I’m leavin' my kids on the garments |
| I took the gang just to have me a orgy
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| Lil' broke bitch, you cannot afford me
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| Bitch, I been trappin' and rappin'
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| We smoke on the jet, it’s commercial, got borin'
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| Pal, I ain’t rich, I spent racks on my outfit
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| Cactus Jack 4's that ain’t even come out yet
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| I’m drippin' this water like I’m a faucet, caution
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| I keep it on me, I’m cautious
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| Gotta make it back home to my daughter
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| I’m a real trap nigga, I ain’t no artist
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| We gon' link up and gon' solve that
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| I brought my stick in the party
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| She thick, petite, and gorgeous
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| House in the hills, enormous
|
| Back to back foreigns with horses
|
| I meet your plug and extort him
|
| Meet at the jet in the mornin'
|
| I’m addicted, I wake up and pour it
|
| All of this ice, no sorbet
|
| Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay
|
| A plug wanna meet on the runway
|
| Drop it off, pick it up Monday
|
| I sold them pints on a Sunday
|
| Tryna run it up, you know that’s always
|
| I’m richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad
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| I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways |