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Can’t Get Enough
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(FOREVEROLLING) Look Ayy, they didn't show no love when I was comin' up Now she wanna f**k 'cause she done seen I ran my money up Run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a Tonka truck Fell in love with that, now, babygirl, I just can't get enough I was switchin' kitchens, make a b*t*h come do my dishes Runnin' up the digits, I can hear his plain tickin' Oh, I switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken Big Boss C4 the mobster, the bomb still tickin' Look, I just been addin' up, 'cause I was broke, I had enough I done got my baggage up, now b*t*hes wanna back it up Tell me why they mad at us, 'cause they know ain't no pa**in' us I gеt a check and stack it up, send shots at n***as actin' tough N***as be hatin' for nothin' 'causе I be stuntin', better go get you some money I gotta keep it one hundred, I don't do no frontin', you already know how I'm comin' And no, I ain't goin' for nothin', I be with the shooters and all of my n***as, they gunnin' Nothin' out of somethin', I used to be broke, now I'm wrappin' that paper like mummy We get it in and it's a winnin' circle, you cannot get in F**k a friend and I'm a Florida boy, so b*t*h, don't call me twin I started countin' at eleven just because I don't pretend And if we miss, we spin again, I see through n***as like a lense Ayy, they didn't show no love when I was comin' up Now she wanna f**k 'cause she done seen I ran my money up Run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a Tonka truck Fell in love with that, now, babygirl, I just can't get enough I was switchin' kitchens, make a b*t*h come do my dishes Runnin' up the digits, I can hear his plain tickin' Oh, I switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken Big Boss C4 the mobster, the bomb still tickin' We was stealin' cars and crashin' it Told baby come here and put her big ol' a** on me F**ked her, then I bought a Benz, she out the Acura This sh*t ain't cheap, I'm taxin' you, Backdoor spin back, I'm jackin' you Bad lil' b*t*h, relax with her Amiri 'fit, I skated up I took a brick and weighed it up My b*t*h don't slip, she waitin' up Big Backdoor 3, you wakin' up My b*t*h go deep, I straighten her That chopper get to chasin' you And tell these n***as don't play with us That yellow bar my favorite bus I got a couple screws missin' I walked in and grabbed my pencil I walked back out, his b*t*h was missin' In the kitchen whippin' A monster on these b*t*hes Backdoor just grant that b*t*h three wishes And then I'm gone, I'm back to kickin', 4 Ayy, they didn't show no love when I was comin' up Now she wanna f**k 'cause she done seen I ran my money up Run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a Tonka truck Fell in love with that, now, babygirl, I just can't get enough I was switchin' kitchens, make a b*t*h come do my dishes Runnin' up the digits, I can hear his plain tickin' Oh, I switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken Sent a message through a pigeon, brung him back, his head was missin'
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