| I’m gon' beat that pussy up just like a champion
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| I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
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| Told my baby next February we’re married
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| We laughin' at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
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| I might get her knocked off, pull them spaghetti strings
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| I might get her knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
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| I might get her knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
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| I might get her knocked off for just tryna join the team
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| Yeah, we roll these bitches like they centipedes
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| We get this money, flip some honeys then we blow some Gs
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| I gave her life and then I showed her Bs
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| We fucked the world but now we overseas
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| Inside of the car, we stashed a hundred bricks
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| We put it down and hit the town, we 'bout the money trips
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| Wait, the ice is rollin' cause we’re rollin', bitch
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| Flakes, the dope is cola cause we’re polar, bitch
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| I answer the call and put her right beside me
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| Two, we 'bout that woop like them brand new Spyders
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| Keep your mouth closed, boy, cause we’re aimin' fire
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| I just might one night her, show love and wife her
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| I’m bangin' green like the lizard in Geico
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| I pull up and wet you, burn your top like Michael
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| I got bullets bigger than fingers in rifles
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| It’s big Bs with a hundred Gs in each one of my pockets
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| I’m not gon' pass, I’m a smash 'em
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| She want that nut so I blast her
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| My Bentley grey like a pastor
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| Whippin' that snow, no Alaska
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| Good head, she got her masters
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| Shawty a long way from dumb
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| Your money flat like a plasma
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| Good kush, smoke is the bomb
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| I drink that Act while you be drinkin' red
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| I don’t fall in love, I run over it instead
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| Like, bobble, that bitch go head
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| I’m like, «lil baby, I don’t know your kid»
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| I keep my pistol I’ll give you the lead
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| They 3 deep I call 'em Ed, Edd and Eddy
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| Baby take a picture, that photo cred
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| She make me lean back like a sofa bitch |