| Why you keep rushin' to shine, niggas better wait they turn
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| I’m finna rip this beat, I hope this bitch got some insurance
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| Money make my day ones change, damn, I should’ve burned it
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| If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
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| Fuck all them niggas who doubted me
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| Bitch, you ain’t nothing without me
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| Probably on lean when I’m offbeat
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| But I be wherever the cash at
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| I fuck her then send her a CashApp
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| Ayy, I told my youngins stay up out them streets but he ain’t listen
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| I don’t know if it’s my palms or my trigger finger itchin'
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| We slide, keep quiet like libraries
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| My daddy bang red like strawberries
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| She giving me head for Burberry
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| Still won’t talk on Apple phones, we pull up with lemon squeezes
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| I stopped going to church, I sipped some purple with the deacon
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| Just like all my songs, I touched that pussy, she was leakin'
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| I swear I wasn’t hungry, it was like she was fiendin'
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| I’m the one again
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| They labeled Ghetto a menace
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| They tried to take out my mans
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| I’m tryna go back to the dentist
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| Opps know I got lead on me, tell 'em drop the pin
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| Glass house, we ain’t gotta tint it
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| Traphouse, I was out and in it
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| Traphouse, I was in and out it
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| I’m the one who put it in the couches
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| I’m the one who put it in the wall
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| Turn the Toyota into an Audi
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| And we turn that Audi to Aston Martins
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| Ayy, I told my youngins stay up out them streets but he ain’t listen
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| I don’t know if it’s my palms or my trigger finger itchin'
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| Oh
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| Why you keep rushin' to shine, niggas better wait they turn
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| I’m finna rip this beat, I hope this bitch got some insurance
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| Money make my day ones change, damn, I should’ve burned it
|
| If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
|
| Fuck all them niggas who doubted me
|
| Bitch, you ain’t nothing without me
|
| Probably on lean when I’m offbeat
|
| But I be wherever the cash at
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| I fuck her then send her a CashApp
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| Ayy, I told my youngins stay up out them streets but he ain’t listen
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| I don’t know if it’s my palms or my trigger finger itchin' |