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magic!
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Lil' b*t*h, I'm swaggin', what's happenin'? Make yo' b*t*h disappear like magic I'm just countin' all these racks off of rappin' Fu-fu-f**kin' up sacks, my pa**ion Okay, like, new whip, finna push that sh*t Countin' blue strips till it rip my wrist Who is you, b*t*h? Leave a b*t*h clueless And we do this, if you shoot, don't miss I'm swaggin', what's happenin'? Make yo' b*t*h disappear like magic I'm just countin' all these racks off of rappin' Fu-fu-f**kin' up sacks, my pa**ion Okay, like, new whip, finna push that sh*t Countin' blue strips till it rip my wrist Who is you, b*t*h? Leave a b*t*h clueless And we do this, if you shoot, don't miss How you got Gucci but ain't got no whip? 'Bout to buy another car just in case I wanna switch I got mortgage, I don't really do rent And I'm blowin' on gas that'll make you spin It go sex, music, then I go shop a bit Two Glocks, boy, don't go startin' sh*t Bad b*t*hes, you know they tappin' in All black fit then throw some Rick in it Model 3 and I got yo' b*t*h in it (Skrrt) Tell her that I don't do questionin' (Nah) Dropped out with this black Dior letterman I don't really do much, baby, I just rap a bit (Huh, huh, huh, huh) Boy, wake up and get to yo' job Big body parked in the garage New girl, a** on Nicki Minaj When I get on TV, I'm shoutin' out my dogs, like, ha Lil' b*t*h, I'm swaggin', what's happenin-nin'? Make yo' b*t*h disappear like ma-a-a-a, like-like I'm just countin' all these racks off of rappin' Fu-fu-f**kin' up sacks, fu-fu-f**kin' up, f**kin' up Lil' b*t*h, I'm swaggin', what's happenin'? Make yo' b*t*h disappear like magic I'm just countin' all these racks off of rappin' Fu-fu-f**kin' up sacks, my pa**ion Okay, like, new whip, finna push that sh*t Countin' blue strips till it rip my wrist Who is you, b*t*h? Leave a b*t*h clueless And we do this, if you shoot, don't miss (Skrrt) I like my b*t*hes brown like bourbon (Yes, Sir) Remember had no homework turned in (For real) Nowadays get more money than a surgeon (Ayy, chi-ching) Big, big racks in an all black suburban (Chi-ching) Get money two ways, digital, physical (Go) Yeah, they gon' hate but it's only subliminal (B*t*h) Yeah, I might flex but I keep it to minimal (Go, go, go, go, go, go) Heard what they dropping and that sh*t is pitiful (Ayy) Relax, I got a bag on the way Hit sacks (Woo), put about a thou' on my waist Get back (Yeah), boy, this a million dollar face And a priceless smile like my momma say (Ayy) If looks could kill, I'd leave these b*t*hes in a hearse I smell like the 15th and look like the 1st My b*t*h so proud of me but Chanel her purse (No) They try to copy me, but this ain't rehearsed (B*t*h) I push her nerves to the maximum I used to ride in the back of a Maxima Usually I don't talk sh*t but I'm mad as f**k Divide the splits with my friends and we add it up Everything I do, I do it twice Everything I do, I do it nice Buy a zip and blow it all night My b*t*h is just like me, we look alike, like, ah We live our lives like some bachelors, duh I get my bag like its Postmates, duh I'm still recovering, it's okay, uh Im in the band like its Coldplay, uh Lil' b*t*h, I'm swaggin', what's happenin'? Make yo' b*t*h disappear like magic I'm just countin' all these racks off of rappin' Fu-fu-f**kin' up sacks, my pa**ion Okay, like, new whip, finna push that sh*t Countin' blue strips till it rip my wrist Who is you, b*t*h? Leave a b*t*h clueless And we do this, if you shoot, don't miss
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