| I’m a broke hoe savior, Big Croc Gator
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| Three months later, read about it on Fader
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| Big boss Soso, I can’t take a big cut
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| Fuck the same day, baby it’s a link up
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| I punch the work like a Duke
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| In Cali with the cool kids
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| Got it from the ground
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| Now I’m sprouting like a tulip
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| I’m dumb, I’m so stupid
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| Someone please please get me a tutor
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| Marino gang bling, crewneck, shoutout to my jeweler
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| Counting all the money, I feel like Young Scooter
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| RIP Fredo the real Freddy Kruger
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| Catch a murder then I dip off to Bermuda
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| Take your bitch, huh, your boyfriend he a loser
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| I love a ratchet bitch, but I can’t stand a classy hoe
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| Yeah I got her out her shell, like pistachios
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| They all shooting in the club, yeah,
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| Like a anchor man, I am always last to go
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| She gon' tell him, him and him, they playing telephone
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| I’m in Dallas with my bitches, like I’m never home
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| Benjis, I get plenty
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| Four hoes on my chest, Michael Finley
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| Go ahead, the commentators talking 'bout I’m gritty
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| I might rob 'em, I might not, I’m moving iffy
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| Them Balenciagas on my feet, I’m feeling spliffy
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| With little Jane, JK, yeah she’s holding down the blicky
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| Counting all the money, I feel like Young Scooter
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| RIP Fredo the real Freddy Krueger
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| Catch a murder then I dip off to Bermuda
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| Take your bitch, huh, your boyfriend he a loser
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| Counting all the money, I feel like Young Scooter
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| RIP Fredo the real Freddy Kruger
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| Catch a murder then I dip off to Bermuda
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| Take your bitch, huh, your boyfriend he a loser |