| Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
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| Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
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| Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
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| I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
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| Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
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| Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
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| I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
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| Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
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| Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww
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| I get off the work and let the j’s snout the scale
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| My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get L’s
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| I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef
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| Had a little soda, put the tan on it
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| I got the shit for my L O and my shawty want it
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| I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me
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| And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don’t it?
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| Let it breathe
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| I’m not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese
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| I want the M’s and I’m not talking Micky D’s
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| My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese
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| Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
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| Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
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| Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
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| I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
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| Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
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| Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
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| I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
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| Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
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| Slammin' with my youngin’s, couple hundred onions
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| Breaking down them 20's what you need, we got it for you
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| Chop a chicken down, them chicken nuggets for my Cutlass
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| Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato’s on that motherfucker
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| Gangsta Gibbs ho'
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| Fresh up off the powder pan, so low on the '94
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| Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk
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| Bitch, I let the chopper talk
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| Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks
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| Ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks
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| Eight thousand capsules of molly
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| Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college
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| Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I’ve been one hundred solid
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| Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon' catch a body
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| Old English, 800 capsules of Molly
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| Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody
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| Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it
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| I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets
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| Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins
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| Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins
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| I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins
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| Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins
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| One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
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| I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo
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| With a cutie espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo
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| She had on leggings and sandals, you’ve been trapped in the bando
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| She has to trap in the bando, 'cause her momma got cancer
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| She can’t work in the states because her green papers ain’t legal
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| Fuck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso, push the molly un peso
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| So she can feed her abuelo, she refuse to just settle
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| On them shoes with them red soles
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| And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that depot
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| She can’t lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo
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| Meanwhile I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo
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| So, can she get molly, so bicurious off her friends though
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| Cause I’m feeling birdy like nerdy but he be after the bando
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| She pop 30's for Birdy, now Birdy’s up to her head tho'
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| Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho… |