| Out the town, car get served
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| I just got made 'em, now she blessed
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| I just got the trap spot in Treecrest
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| I just want the vibe between your legs, yeah
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| No Swiper, nigga got bread, yeah
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| Psychology, I just want head, yeah
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| Nigga try and rob me, he a dead man
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| I’ma put the stick to his head, man
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| Lil' mama, what’s your name?
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| I just caught a play inside the Range
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| Frequently, and it’s gon' rain
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| Had to go switch up my aim
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| Burnin' on brand new strain
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| Why a nigga up, nigga strange
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| I done made plenty mistakes
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| Got bales in the Ford Escape
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| Took them bags state to state
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| I just bought a new estate
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| All my cars up to date
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| Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah
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| And I’m gettin' bags off faith, yeah
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| These niggas love to envy, no DJ
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| And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ
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| Runnin' to the racks, no relay
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| These niggas sweet like cheesecake
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| Can’t trust niggas, they grimy
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| Can’t trust niggas, they slimy
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| New AP for my timing
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| VVS stone my diamonds
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| 80K on me, ain’t get it from rhyming
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| I don’t need a voucher, no cosigner
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| I don’t wanna talk to none of these liars
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| Shawty my rock like motherfuckin' Plies
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| I just want the energy between your thighs
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| I’ll put the red beam between your eyes
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| Walkin' out the bank and a nigga all smiles
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| I just bought a mansion to raise my child
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| I just put the diamonds in place of my dial
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| Quartz on the counter and the flood that towel
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| I just met Jimmy and fuck with D-Child
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| And we finna mail a couple packages out
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| Took her to the pent' and I beat her back out
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| Hit her so long that she had to tap out
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| I just wanna vibe between your legs, yeah
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| No Swiper, nigga got bread, yeah
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| Psychology, I just want head, yeah
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| Nigga try and rob me, he a dead man
|
| I’ma put the stick to his head, man
|
| Lil' mama, what’s your name?
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| I just caught a play inside the Range
|
| Frequently, and it’s gon' rain
|
| Had to go switch up my aim
|
| Burnin' on brand new strain
|
| Why a nigga up, nigga strange
|
| I done made plenty mistakes
|
| Got bales in the Ford Escape
|
| Took them bags state to state
|
| I just bought a new estate
|
| All my cars up to date
|
| Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah
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| And I’m gettin' bags off faith, yeah
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| These niggas love to envy, no DJ
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| And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ
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| Runnin' to the racks, no relay
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| These niggas sweet like cheesecake
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| Can’t trust niggas, they grimy
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| Can’t trust niggas, they slimy
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| Your main ho, yeah, it’s too slimy (She slimy)
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| Fuck one time, ain’t cuffin' no thotty (One time)
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| High water, got Chanel lining (High water)
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| Kid-kid got the heart of a lion (Kid-kid)
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| I got a brain, put a bitch out the door (Let's go)
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| Big racks and a bag full of locs (Rack-racks)
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| These cap ass niggas ain’t goin'
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| And my chopper got an autotune
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| Got the rocket in the gold Gucci boots (Doon doon)
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| All cream, yeah, I bought them too (All cream)
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| Homie say he tryna take that ooh (What?)
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| I’ma clean his ass faster than food (Let's go)
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| They tryna set shit up, I’ma go’n hit him up
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| Neighbors, I’ma send it, had to give it to the Lord
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| You keep on tryin', they gon' give up
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| And Stick Baby, know he gon' take you, no
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| I don’t even wan' take it there
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| For my son, I’ll take it there
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| For these riches, I’ll take it there
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| On the way home, I’ma make it there (Let's go)
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| AP shine but I don’t even know the time (Damn, that’s crazy)
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| Yeah, grind, spend a hundred, block my mind
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| Like LeBron, I’m in my prime (Prime)
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| Bite the hand that feed you, you slime
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| That snot, I can show you a slime (On God)
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| They gon' know when a nigga start slidin' (Let's go)
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| Had to go switch up my aim
|
| Burnin' on brand new strain
|
| Why a nigga up, nigga strange
|
| I done made plenty mistakes
|
| Got bales in the Ford Escape
|
| Took them bags state to state
|
| I just bought a new estate
|
| All my cars up to date
|
| Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah
|
| And I’m gettin' bags off faith, yeah
|
| These niggas love to envy, no DJ
|
| And I got pounds on the plane, yeah, PJ
|
| Runnin' to the racks, no relay
|
| These niggas sweet like cheesecake
|
| Can’t trust niggas, they grimy
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| Can’t trust niggas, they slimy |