| Dust off my kicks
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| I’mma go hop in the wraith
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| I wanna sip dirty Fanta
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| I’mma go cop me some Bape
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| Buy ya bitch clothes like I’m Santa
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| Girl you gonn' hop on my face
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| Licking you up, I’m romantic
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| Keep tryna cuff I don’t date
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| Stuck to me like you a cancer
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| Shaking that ass on my face like that bitch be a dancer
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| Oooooo, shawty got me feelin' things
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| I know she really fuckin with my mood
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| Playin' with my head
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| She got me fucked, up
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| Fuck it see ya later, later, later
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| Get this paper, paper, paper
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| See ya later, later, later
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| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
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| Everyday wakin' up with a new bitch man I’m feelin' so hazy
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| Shots of tequila, 11am that shit making my day
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| I pop me a pill cause it’s takin away all the pain like I’m aching
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| Hit up new girl on the gram
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| Yuh, I invite her to stay
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| Uh yuh, ya man he ain’t shit to me
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| Uh, uhhh yuh
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| He askin' bout Tiffany
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| Uh, yuhhh yuh
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| I told him not to talk to me
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| Uh, yuhhhh yuh
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| Cause I be busy fuckin on his girl
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| She treatin' my uh like her property
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| Oooooo
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| Shawty fuckin with my mood |
| Shawty fuckin with my mood
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| Shawty fuckin with my mood
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| Fuck it see ya later, later, later
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| Get this paper, paper, paper
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| See ya later, later, later
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| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
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| I get my money in gold
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| I get my money and leave
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| I keep my wheels on the road
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| I get my money in threes
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| Audemars gotta go
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| I put my money in T’s
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| Bought a bitch some new titties
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| I put my money in D’s
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| Diamonds they sunny like D
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| Man made a wave
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| Now niggas coming with me
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| Now bitches coming with me
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| She pay for the D
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| I am not coming for free
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| I just been running and gunning these bitch niggas down
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| Trust me these niggas is clowns
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| Feel like I run the whole town
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| Just like I’m Forrest
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| Trust me young nigga is scoring
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| Tell me you niggas is boring
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| They’ll never get when I hit jeweller and cop me baguettes
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| The whip is so wet, the paint is candy, it’s foreign
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| Came in the building with the purse dealers
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| Shooters with me trynna murk niggas
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| I pulled up trynna hurt niggas
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| Even when I come in last I’m the first nigga
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| Fuck it see ya later, later, later |
| Get this paper, paper, paper
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| See ya later, later, later
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| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
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| I was swimming
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| I was winning
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| All these women
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| Want my children
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| Cause I been been
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| Water bending
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| Make her wet wet
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| Now she drowning
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| On my way down
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| I had to buckle it down
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| Changing the sound
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| Yeah they fuck with me now
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| Gimme the guap
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| Pay me in cash or link the account
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| Niggas be mad, nothing to do but they running they mouth
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| Yeah I got bars
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| Cutting it up like a scar
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| Play with your bitch like guitar
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| She kiss me she call me a star
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| She suckin' on me in the car
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| Fuck in the back
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| She bringin' it back
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| She touchin' my sack
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| My girlie the baddest
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| Yeah she so bad like my habbits
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| Feelin' so good tho, I just gotta have it
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| She flexible, cat woman, like Zoe Kravitz
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| She look like a model, I’ll take her to Paris
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| She lookin' so good, all the girlies embarrassed
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| Yeah she’s the sexiest, there no comparison
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| Yeah this my life, ain’t bein' arrogant
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| Ballin' and Poppin', don’t care ‘bout my elegance
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| Fuck with my mood, you fuck with my element |
| Won’t really care cause your ass is irrelevant
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| Fuck it see ya later, later, later
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| Get this paper, paper, paper
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| See ya later, later, later
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| Get this paper, paper, paper yuh |