| My ass is in Chanel and I'm served a crew
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| I go out and my crew boards him
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| Fresh taste like bubble gum, fucking cash to the ceiling
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| You are wearing a finger, I am firing from afar
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| Tra-ta-ta! |
| straight to the tower
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| Yes, my flow is like a Kalash
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| Putting the world together like a collage
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| Not a lot of bazaar, swung - fuck
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| Don't try to touch me, be sure I'm a mirage
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| Did you think that since I'm a bitch, then I'm zero?
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| You got it wrong, son
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| Hear, I'm reloading the barrel
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| And your hands are looking at the ceiling
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| A door lock won't help you, goodbye, now it's all mine (Woah!)
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| You put my track on your call (Bitches bazaar behind your back)
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| I left no choice, hey
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| All this school they dropped out, hey
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| They haven't seen neighborhoods, no, they live with their parents
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| Next to me my niggas, hey
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| Money and on my mind
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| You see, I'm on top, where you wanted to be
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| I don't choose, I take this and that (Both this and that!)
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| And this and that! |
| (And this and that!) And this and that! |
| (And this and that!)
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| I don't choose, I take this and that (Both this and that!)
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| And this and that! |
| (And this and that!) And this and that! |
| (I don't choose!)
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| I don't choose, I take this and that (Both this and that!)
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| And this and that! |
| (And this and that!) And this and that! |
| (And this and that!)
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| I don't choose, I take this and that (Both this and that!)
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| And this and that! |
| (And this and that!) And this and that! |
| (I don't choose!) |