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Yeah I came up with this Angel boys, yea it be the clique Triple 4, please don't call me Nic Balenciaga shoes and my denim Rick Talking Owens Take your B I know she hoeing 14 karat gold glowing And my tennis chain is snowing She a freak, wanna take me to her house Hang with rats so you a mouse Couple hundred in my mouth I got it out the south Tired of waiting Roll me up a wood, Staying sane by getting faded Please stay in yo lane, I'm so sick of being hated Don’t care about fame, I wanna tell my bros we made it Grind hard, I need a check Fine broad, yea she give me neck Henny boy, I'm not sipping tech Geeked up, pray to God I don't wreck Gotta have it Chasing guap, that’s a habit And you know we never stagnant For the money, I got magnets Angel boys And my pockets taking roids Laferrari, need some toys I ain't with the opioids I ain't taking pills, I can’t do it Angel boy from outer space, I promise i'm not human Smooth with the women, don't confuse me for Cupid Always dreamed big, but you know my dreams lucid Pull up rocking Bally, I got Bs on me Gucci on my belt, we some G’s homie Chanel, I got double C’s on me Money by my side I could never even seem lonely
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