| Yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, I lift an arm up on the Fisker Karma
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| Bring that beef right to your street like you want some shawarma
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love, ooh, yeah
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| Mount Fuji wrist, yeah, too much drip, yeah
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| Too delish', I made both 'em kiss (Mwah)
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| We got pots, we got scales, like we fryin' fish
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| I got pints not on sale, my dealer my dietician
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| Like a bitch who won’t get married, well, you won’t be missed
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| Hundred thousand at the judge to get the case dismissed
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| I touch way too many hundreds, got blue fingerprints
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| All this water in my chains, they playin' battleship
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love, yeah
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| Mount Fuji wrist, cut the foolishness
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| I baptized my wrist in VV’s, a brand new tradition
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| She wanna see just how I’m livin', buy a movie ticket
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| My fingerprint all on them hundreds, bitch, I do forensics (Yeah)
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| Everything high fashion, two thousand for my fabrics
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| Cartier eyeglass, I see you ridin' past
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| I fucked her like I’m in a rush, her body an hourglass
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| I told her drop on both of her knees, I’m tryna do arts and crafts (Yeah)
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| She suck me 'til I prune, my Louis Jeff Koons
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| I pour a two stick on my side like I’m in a saloon
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| My crib the highest level up, reach my room by the loon
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| She said she starving, stuck her hand in my Fruit of the Loom, but…
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love
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| We’re not in love, we’re not in love |
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