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Ass up, down One night only, I'm from out of Pound, new we ain't waiting on it And if pussy good we spend a cake on it cake, hotel, new bed, new Chanel Giuseppe sneakers, his or If you a hater I got two words
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You, and the bitches you came with All in my section my shit You fucking, you ain't sucking what you doing ho? Instagram and pictures, but you don't know me though Damn, she that she a fan Yea I understand, but I want to get in her 'Cause she for, she licking her tongue out She said she don't with rappers I'm like what you about bitch?
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Oh, I fuck 'em I don't like 'em, I love 'em the money come home It's turning haters, I trust 'em If the brick ain't coming with a stick, I don't 'em Want that BMF with the Scorpio I'm bustin' Like a when she twerkin', y'all niggas workin' Clowin' ass niggas, we should put you in the In the cage with the lion, let him you for dessert And testifying on your homie, took a dip, but was it worth it I'm in this bitch, she said my friend she want to you I like friend, but I really you know, I wanna fuck you And if I hit my rody he got to too And put your middle fingers up and
Haters, mad at the paper Big crib, 10 car, 20 20 chains, 10 watches on my Little watch with the chips, let 'em fool Nigga I can school you on how to look money Hustla of the year, can write a about money pop them bottles, tryna impress them ho's With your re-up money, better tell dem bitch
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