| I’m whippin a foreign this ain’t no Cadi nigga
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| I open the door and you see them baddies in it
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| Infatuated, we havin our way
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| Your life is fabricated, aye
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| Don’t know what I made today
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| I jumped in a wraith today
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| Ouu, I take a lil bit of molly shake it all up in a Gatorade
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| Ouu Ouu, I’ll Pop a seal in the bank
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| I threw my feelings away
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| Trappin it never get old
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| My new package already been sold, yea
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| And I’m havin my way with the stove
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| I could turn me a 8 to a 9
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| Had to boss up I’m payin the price
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| I walk wit a diva
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| You think it’s cheaper to keep her, she is a skeezer
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| I Trap Out a Audi
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| And I got pills by the bottle, Lean by the Liter
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| Gun around, Holes in ya body if you think you creepin
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| I don’t even know what the fuck was the reason
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| I ain’t even tell them niggas to leave em, dam
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| My neck and my wrist cost a arm and a leg
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| I fuck on ya bitch when I get out of bed
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| I got me some drip but want molly instead
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| Big bags like a body in it
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| I’m whippin a foreign this ain’t no Cadi nigga
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| I open the door and you see them baddies in it |
| Infatuated, we havin our way
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| Your life is fabricated, aye
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| Don’t know what I made today
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| I jumped in a wraith today
|
| Ouu, I take a lil bit of molly shake it all up in a Gatorade
|
| Ouu Ouu, I’ll Pop a seal in the bank
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| I threw my feelings away
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| Trappin it never get old
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| My new package already been sold, yea
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| I threw my feelings away
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| Ride with that Drac everyday
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| If a nigga play, he get shot in the face
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| Be wit killas everyday
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| Nun but shooters round my way
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| That like to spray, spray, spray
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| Brand new Benz all white like the KKK
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| She eat the dick all day
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| She like the way it taste
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| Glock 45 by my waste
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| I got all this fuckin cake, I got all this fuckin cake
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| Bitch thought it was my birthday, hold up. |
| whoa
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| Nun but hundreds in my fuckin bankroll nigga
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| I’m whippin a foreign this ain’t no Cadi nigga
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| I open the door and you see them baddies in it
|
| Infatuated, we havin our way
|
| Your life is fabricated, aye
|
| Don’t know what I made today
|
| I jumped in a wraith today
|
| Ouu, I take a lil bit of molly shake it all up in a Gatorade |
| Ouu Ouu, I’ll Pop a seal in the bank
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| I threw my feelings away
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| Trappin it never get old
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| My new package already been sold, yea |