| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I'm smokin' tarantula (Yeah)
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| Bae gave it to me (Hmm)
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| You dig? |
| Yeah, hold up, hm
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| I'ma pull up so lit, I just might crash, dawg
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| Let me take this Balenciaga mask off to ask y'all, "Who asked y'all?"
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| Cita told me to stunt my ass off, and that's all
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| Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, he was a good cat, my bad, dawg
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| Don't put no K after that B-Boy, "Bad kall," that's flag talk
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| Fuck around and knock your flag off, I had to
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| I wore a Gat' before a tattoo, I had to
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| As a matter of fact, I had two
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| No cap, I'm on them capsules, I done relapsed, boo
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| But I been on my feet since Cinderella lost her glass shoe
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| That cash blue, but I'm still seein' green
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| I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean
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| My bitch a vacuum
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| I told her, "Keep me clean," the scene serene
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| I'm a badonkadonk and bikini fiend
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| I just need a queen that ain't scared to fuck a Stephen King
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| I used to live next door to Drake and Momma Dee
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| And Lisa Dee on Eagle Street
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| How I go from bars on the screen door to the TV screen? |
| Don't ask me, but never change the channel
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| Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals
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| Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake
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| Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle
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| My lil' ho out Atlanta, got a ho out Atlanta
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| With a ho out Atlanta, she a ho out Atlanta
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| We get it, it's the same in each city
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| My bitch dance better than P. Diddy's
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| And ever since the pandemic
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| They don't wanna let Drake out of Canada
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| I been screamin', "Free Drizzy"
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| I know bae trust my vision but don't want me to see prison
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| Said, "I can't make no promises, either leave or come visit
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| But leave the keys to your heart next to your soul and your spirit"
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| Some see graffiti as art, some perceive hoes to be women
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| But I'm the greediest shark amongst an ocean of killers
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| I put you six feet deep, I'm bein' socially distant
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| Nina Ross on the hip, the .44 is my mistress
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| Extra shots, extra clips, ain't talkin' videos nor vixens
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| Just come and see about it, bitch
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| Tunechi
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| Ayo, I am the star in any room that I stand in
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| I am the standout, you just my stand-in |
| These bitches copy my homework, that's what they hand in
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| That's why I'm private like the airports I land in
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| Life is a beach house, don't let the sand in
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| I ball in any arena, go let the fans in
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| I should go cop a new jersey, that's word to Camden
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| These bitches' time tick-tockin', better stick to dancin'
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| I D&G the wallet, my money tall and brolic
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| Big-ass backyards, just so Papa Bear could frolic
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| One Margarita pizza with Parmesan and garlic
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| These bitches thirsty, I can see why they alcoholics
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| Ain't gotta ever talk about it when you are about it
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| Just bought a new car, not to drive it, but to walk around it
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| Just call me "Nicki, cock the blicky," the Minaj is silent
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| Brand new vanilla Maserati, I been Häagen-Dazsin'
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| He call me solid even though I'm drippin', water diet
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| Big booty stickin' out, my Daisy Dukes'll cause a riot
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| These bitches still my sons, who could ever deny it?
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| My packs hit different, who could ever supply it?
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| No one bitch could be my opp, that shit offends me
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| It's corporate giants and machines that went against me |
| I wash bitches, man, they couldn't even rinse me
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| She said she hot, I said, "Well, bitch, come and convince me"
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| Ain't no C in green, but I'm seein' green
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| Even with them floor seats, they couldn't see the team
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| The K-I-N-G, the G.O.A.T., plus me, the Queen
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| I send shots, send 'em back or flee the scene
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| You know, one of the perils of makin' money is
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| You can afford to be dramatic
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| Y'all some drama queens, for real
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| It's all good, though
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| You now tuned in to the biggest ever
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| YMCMB, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel, Young Lion, man
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| Y'all boys get on a track with Onika Maraj, and y'all still dyin'
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| Man, wassup? |
| We in this bitch
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| This ain't gon' be the first time that I do numbers on two crutches
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| Seen more plaques than toothbrushes
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| Until I'm at the pearly white gates, I gotta move somethin', do somethin'
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| All meetings happen in person, so they can't prove nothin'
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| Known her eight years and still fuck her like a new husband
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| Tryna run a country like Putin one day, but who's rushin', who's bluffin'? |
| For real
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| Who you huggin', who you wanna be lovin'? |
| I play forty-eight minutes on a torn meniscus, who's subbin'?
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| El Chico luxury, wanna see my niggas ball so bad, I started up a league
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| Fuck with me, you niggas can't trouble me from the Doubletree
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| Step your suites up, I get Oliver to set the beats up
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| 2021, I had to wet the streets up
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| Your girl was better in the mornin' like a slice of pizza
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| That's when I had to hit her with the, "Nice to meet ya"
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| You niggas think you doin' damage, you just hypin' me up
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| Face who? |
| I could see a wall of y'all, all of y'all and run straight through
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| Trust, it's all fun and games until I wanna play too
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| Ayy, dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus, it's bringin' me closer to God
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| I'm already close to the mob, I'm already known as the G.O.A.T
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| Could try and get close, but you won't, I already packed the garage
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| None of these shits is a Dodge, none of this shit's a facade
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| None of this shit's a mirage
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| Thought I was seein' things when I was seein' green
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| 6 G-O-D, CMB, yes sir |