| What’s in my pockets, nigga?
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| Cash on arrival, I command that’s my title
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| Nigga hands on the bible (yeah yeah)
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| She might pop it with my hands on her spinal
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| I got fans I’m a idol
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| If I smash she might go viral (uh uh)
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| Might go off or something (yeah)
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| Might get lost or something (yeah)
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| She so troublesome, I hit, can’t cuff, no officer (yeah)
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| I’m ignoring her, she think that she my boss or something (yeah)
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| Check my arsenal, I swing like playing golf or something uhm
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| She’s a fan but she took a chance cause she heard we got bands
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| I get money, she with me and she say oui like we in France
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| I don’t wanna politic, yeah
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| My bitch prolly thick, yeah
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| I need a Prada fit yeah
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| These all counterfeit
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| What’s in my pockets nigga
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| Cash on arrival, I command that’s my title
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| Nigga hands on the bible, yeah, yeah
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| She might pop it with my hands on her spinal
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| I got fans I’m a idol
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| If I smash she might go viral, uh, uh
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| Think I’m soft or sumn'
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| Dick in her oesophagus yeah
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| Nigga I’m Optimus
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| Niggas can’t out awesome us (yeah)
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| Niggas ask for us, got goons that are ready to blast for us (yeah)
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| Nigga they ask for us, you say my name that’s blasphemous
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| I left home and I ran it up
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| I got stamina
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| My bitch polite like Canada
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| My passport gang is tatted up
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| I’ve seen some shit like janitor
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| Turnt up to the maximum
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| You should be a couch ambassador
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| My ice is clear as your calendar
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| Fuck a officer, I’m just warming up
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| I be charming her, she think that I want all of her
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| Trynna be baby moms or something
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| I pulls out with the condom on
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| Zoocci coke Ivyson shit phenomenal
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| (hmm)
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| Dominoes, blessings fall like dominoes
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| They get caught like chargers tho
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| This blunt look like a envelope
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| My grind is oh casual
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| Can’t be weak or vulnerable
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| I’m un-pillow talk-able
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| My emotions in-audible
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| Get off me hoe
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| What’s in my pockets nigga
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| Cash on arrival, I command that’s my title
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| Nigga hands on the bible, yeah, yeah
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| She might pop it with my hands on her spinal
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| I got fans I’m a idol
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| If I smash she might go viral, uh, uh
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| Might go off or something (yeah)
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| Might get lost or something (yeah)
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| She so troublesome, I hit, can’t cuff, no officer (yeah)
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| I’m ignoring her she think that she my boss or something (yeah)
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| Check my arsenal, I swing like playing golf or something uhm |