| She in love with the dope, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga
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| She in love with the gold, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger
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| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
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| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers
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| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga
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| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
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| I got plot on the drinks, I got money in the bank
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| I can put some niggas on you like piranhas in the tape
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| All these thirsty bitches I heard like piranhas in the tape
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| All these bitches out here hoeing are regardless what you think
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| Go the hardest in the bank, I buy hard and you can’t
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| Fuck that bitch like no tomorrow, she gon' swallow like a drink
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| She gon' chase you with the balls and the miley on her sing
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| I’m a star, I’m a shine like the diamonds in my lane
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| Chillin' with my feet up, gotta keep my heat up
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| Call her meet, I meet her, she must want that pussy beat up
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| I know how to treat her, swear I switch the switcher
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| Smoke her like fajitas, hit her and then delete her (delete her)
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| She in love with the dope, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga
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| She in love with the gold, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger
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| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
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| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers
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| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga
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| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
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| Bitch, you’re a bitch
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| Ricky P said you was talking that shit
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| How you’re a hoe when you ain’t rich?
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| Need to open your mouth up and eat a dick
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| Niggas paying for pussy fucking up the gang
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| Say they’re players but they’re squares, you’re so fucking lame
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| Stop saying you’re a pimp when you’re tricking nigga
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| You ain’t a pimp, you’re just simp
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| Took her out the street, you put new shoes on her feet
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| She gon' fuck another rapper, she gon' fuck an athlete
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| You could turn her into a wife, but she still gon' be a freak
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| It’s young Khalifa man, now just practice what I preach
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| Bitch, I ain’t paying them!
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| She in love with the dope, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga
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| She in love with the gold, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger
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| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
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| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers
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| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga
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| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
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| Okay, this for all my niggas, got a dope case
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| Don’t play, police tap your phone looking for hoze
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| Okay, they even got some pics of all our Rose
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| No way you never would’ve thought it would be your day
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| Okay, what about that hoe? |
| She thirsty
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| No way, never trust these hoes, it ain’t the old days
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| No way, I don’t get no fuck about no hoe say
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| No way, she ain’t good for nothing but some foreplay
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| Ahh ahh, should’ve never let her see no foe-way
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| Tell that bitch what she wanna hear, that’s the old way
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| Shouldn’t have let her see the crib, she won’t go away
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| Fuck that bitch and replace her, that’s a throwaway
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| She in love with the dope, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no hoe, nigga
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| She in love with the gold, nigga
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| I ain’t got no love for no gold digger
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| Hundred bottles in the club, our goal nigga
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| I’d be with the thirst with the cold killers
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| Say you know that plug, I’m like soul nigga
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| Still got them drugs in the flow nigga |