| GXBE:
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| Got a big bank can’t fit in my wallet
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| Boutta run up in your crib make it haunted
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| Got ya bitch wet cuz I been drippin' like a faucet
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| Boutta blow up up up, I called it
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| Threw ya bitch a perc, I bet she caught it
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| Boutta throw up up up, she retarded
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| Said you put in work but no one ever saw it
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| Got a hole in the dirt where I put anotha' hunnid
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| Boutta make a bad ass bitch my honey
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| When I grow up ima make a lot of money
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| I started making music they was thinking it was funny
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| Now I’m on the top and no you can’t get shit from me
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| Wife yo lil thot ass bitch, why she love me?
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| Move out to Cali and live where it’s sunny
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| Yo bitch said she feel the dick up in her tummy
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| And I peeped you tryna be slick now you bloody
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| $teven Cannon:
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| See I been around the world brought the guap back
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| Off the map you can find me where the thots at
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| Pretty bitch, let shawty throw the top back
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| Like a app shawty tell me where the cops at
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| Seen him flexin' on the gram you should stop that
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| Six figures on a young nigga watch that
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| Block hot niggas pulling up for combat
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| Bring yo friends I got plenty of my comrades
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| Want smoke get high off this contact
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| Faded doing donuts in a hellcat
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| Got a old school ride where my pops at?
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| Cute bitch sitting in where the opps at
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| Real foreign lil niggas can’t cop that
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| Like Brady I score when I drop that
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| Baby hella fine ima lock that
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| Got a booty real thick she-a pop that
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| Got a big bank can’t fit in my wallet
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| Boutta run up in your crib make it haunted
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| Got ya bitch wet cuz I been drippin' like a faucet
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| Boutta blow up up up, I called it
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| Threw ya bitch a perc, I bet she caught it
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| Boutta throw up up up she retarded
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| ProdbyEddie:
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| Can’t fuck with that bitch cuz she keep comin' after me
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| I’m gettin' to the fuckin' money, that’s the way that it has to be
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| I’m going up up up, ain’t no one passing me
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| We sending them shots like right where his bladder be
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| GXBE:
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| Never gon' look back never gon' fold
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| Bitch bent over she touchin' her toes
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| Got her legs wide open like a fork in the road
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| Might run in yo crib and turn you to a ghost
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| (BOP, BOP, BOP!)
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| Bet nobody knows
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| I’m going insane and like nobody knows but I get to the money and fuck on your
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| hoes
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| And she look at my bank account like how it grows
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| On my way to the top let you know how it goes
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| And these rappers be wack gon' be getting exposed
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| We just got to the crib told her take off her clothes
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| Boutta blow up up up, I called it
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| Threw ya bitch a perc, I bet she caught it
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| Boutta throw up up up, she retarded
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| Said you put in work but no one ever saw it
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| Got a hole in the dirt where I put anotha hunnid |