| Pop a lot of shit, I’m fuckin' bad bitches
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| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits
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| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me
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| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga
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| Oh, now they on my dick, «Ey, PG how you did it?»
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| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits
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| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me
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| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga
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| I done fucked around and came up, now they on my dick
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| I just had to change my lane, I switched my status, went legit
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| Quit that cappin', that ain’t it, I’m out in Bali wit' your bitch
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| She bad as fuck but I ain’t hit it, I just let her eat the dick
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| She keep the nut, don’t do no spittin'
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| And she know I’m lovin' it, ain’t wanna fuck, my brother hit
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| And please don’t touch me when you finish
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| I got racks all in these skinnies
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| Thought my dank was stank at Bennies
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| I can’t save it, bitch, I’m spendin'
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| I catch flights, I don’t catch feelings
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| Paper comin', I need plenty
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| Had 'em racks stacked to the ceiling
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| She got a fat cat, let me feel it
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| I’m like a Hellcat, you a Hemi
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| Drivin' fast, 'bout to crash, while I’m cruisin' doin' the dash
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| Woah, don’t move, I’m on yo' ass, so if I do, you better not lack
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| Pop a lot of shit, I’m fuckin' bad bitches
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| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits
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| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me
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| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga
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| Oh, now they on my dick, «Ey, PG how you did it?»
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| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits
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| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me
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| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga
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| Feel like fuck you, nigga
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| I can’t trust you, nigga
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| Used to bust for nigga
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| Now don’t even say what’s up to nigga
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| Jackboy, how he did it
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| I did it wit' a glizzy
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| Swear to God, I was terrorizin' inner city
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| Swear to God, my new Glock came with some titties
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| Big extended clip, ooh, yeah, Jimmy
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| This a robbery, ooh, yeah, bitch gimme
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| Can’t give the streets a break, my whole set busy
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| Pop a lot of shit, I’m fuckin' bad bitches
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| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits
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| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me
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| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga
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| Oh, now they on my dick, «Ey, PG how you did it?»
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| I’m doin' buku numbers so I’m gettin' buku digits
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| They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t fuckin' wit' me
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| I got it out the mud that’s why I feel like, fuck a nigga |