| Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out
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| Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
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| Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
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| Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out
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| My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
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| That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
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| Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
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| Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
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| I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
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| I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
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| I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
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| Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house
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| Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house
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| Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make 'em tap out
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| Mixing al the pills with the liquor 'til we black out
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| Livin' so marvelous, we ready to smoke
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| I think I’m a gangsta, I’m Jeffrey, I’m Sosa
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| I came out the 'Nolia, huh
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| I ride with my brodie, huh
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| We leavin' 'em cozy, huh
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| 'Cause they thinking they know me, huh
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| Man that donkey made me black out
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| All the millions, man, we black out
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| All the cars, man, black out
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| All that work, made we black out
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| Brand new old lady sittin' beside me
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| I was 11 years old, then I turned 13, mothafuck 12, nigga
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| My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
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| That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
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| Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
|
| Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
|
| I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
|
| I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
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| I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
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| Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out
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| Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
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| Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
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| Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out
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| Okay, get it
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| Hop up out the mothafuckin' Bentley with a big ol' pistol on my side
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| I don’t want nathan with none of y’all, bro, y’all all gon' die
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| All these niggas think I’m gay 'cause the way I wear my trousers
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| Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga
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| Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb
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| We live like gangs, rich and famous
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| Rock star tints black, duckin' cages
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| Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
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| I just want your head, like a fuckin' monkey
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| I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
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| See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out
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| My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
|
| That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
|
| Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark
|
| Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad
|
| I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
|
| I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
|
| I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy
|
| Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out
|
| Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out
|
| Still got millions in the trap house
|
| Mixing all the pills with the liquor 'til we black out
|
| I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out
|
| I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana
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| I’ma wash my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy |