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(DY Krazy) Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati I'm talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don't do Huaraches Can't wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly And she caught two new bodies, I'm talkin' Thug and Yachty I told her call me when she horny Why you put the feds on me? I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves They got my back forever, broski, yeah All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the mornin' All she do is geek until the mornin' She be geekin' 'til the Yeah, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah) Yeah Hide you got it, hide you want it, how you get it, baby Never stop it, get it poppin' every f**kin' day Kawasaki, Maserati, only rockin' Giuseppe Zanotti You want problems, don't you? Baby, don't play-play, this your payday Baby, don't play-play, this your payday I got swan, not baguettes where my neck lay Thirty carat VVS's when you're ready I take care of your body like you RiRi, baby Play the marriage all night on your TV, baby R.I.P. Biggie and f**k the NYPD Chicago polices, Atlanta, and all PCs (Woo) f**k the police, and they'll lock you up for decease-'cease (Yeah) It don't matter, I got b*t*hes at the DMV (Woo) Roll with me, flood your neck with rosary (Yeah) Rollin' me like a rolly-polly please, woo
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