| Folarin, go
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| They say never say never, but forever is so far away
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| Penny with a hole in it the bubble on my Hardaways
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| Is one away, all the way, always go for dolo
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| I’m goin' bloody insubordinate up in the polo
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| Jordan prolly bored doe, music got me more dough
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| Si papi, each of my groupies' gluteus is gordo
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| Maximus, Maxima, Acura to vroom — fuck it
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| Got them got you open bars like open bar ???
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| Hoppin' out the new ???, 11 like whoever can get it
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| I’m goin' in, you eatin' Checkers for dinner
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| I soak it in as a moment, I’m on it, temporary forever
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| Twitter bitches livin' for me, they be carpe diem-ing
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| I’m a writer, but arsonist really
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| I get dollars with humble niggas with positive energy
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| I’m the voice of the city, Rozay, Stalley, and Milly
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| She know I’m on goose, she start ridin' my willy
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| No really, used to whip the Bentley 450
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| Go up Bowie, and tell professors they better get me
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| G-get me doe, somebody get me doe
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| Ice cold frigid flow, iceberg history doe
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| Never, never, never could they fuck wit' me
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| Never, never, never could they fuck wit' me
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| Never, never, never could they fuck wit' me
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| Never, never, never could they fuck wit' me
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| Never, never, never could they fuck with me
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| It’s like I’m in the clouds and they fearin' height to some degree
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| Got a bunch of sneaks, a nigga be flossin' too much
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| Never keep broads for too long, women be talkin' too much
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| And to be honest niggas get smarter when I be drivin' what’s up
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| Nigga we’re talkin' stupid moolah 'til the Gallardo pull up
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| I’m out my mind and I know it, bad joant got some roll-up
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| Every joant that I’m shown in built up like Mrs. Bozak
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| And that’s a Martin reference, you don’t get it carry on
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| I’mma drop it real on you lil niggas, Tommy Strong
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| I just be flowin' a little when I be on the strong
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| And occupy a couple coroners after the song
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| You can’t compete with me, I won’t compete with y’all
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| My queen from out a magazine, your joant from out the mall |