| It’s 1st Born, baby
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| Like I weren’t the man way before this rap
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| Like they weren’t buying Margielas when I bought a strap
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| Like I ain’t fucked pop stars, started falling back
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| Like they always tapped, them bitches always cap
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| Like I ain’t out here buying shares
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| They act like I just sell pies, bitch, I’m a pioneer
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| Like I ain’t got the strally there
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| Like I ain’t got bud hangin' from the ceiling like a chandelier
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| Opps actin' like they weren’t tryna be cool
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| I had new money like I weren’t driving to school, uh
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| Like I wasn’t trimmin' in the crop for hours
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| Like I ain’t got more bitches than Austin Powers
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| Like them pussies wasn’t beggin' me for peace
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| Like «How you had all them whips and never had a lease?» |
| Uh
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| Like I ain’t blow a stack in Louis
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| Like I ain’t got bitches cooking for me like Ratatouille
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| She just wanna fuck me for the clout
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| She told me that she love me but I doubt it
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| She just wanna fuck me for the clout
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| So I just bust a nut and then I’m out
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| She just wanna fuck me for the clout
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| So I just bust a nut inside her mouth
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| She just wanna fuck me for the clout
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| She just wanna fuck me for the clout, uh |