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(Tino Szn) Huh Snap on this b*t*h off the dome, off the head (Woo) You was on perks, I was gone off the red (Ahh) n***as tryna copy, wanna bite what I'm sayin' (Ahh) Countin hella racks see me gettin' to the bread (Ooh) I done hit 200k for my total, I'm lit, so I can't really work with no local Then I bossed up on my haters, the same ones that told me I needed to work on my vocals Please do not talk to me, b*t*h I'm not social I really might takeover, I'm thinking global Hold up Hold up, catch a point like focal Hold up, Brodie got the pack like postal b*t*hes outta state wanna freak me (Yuh) 'Cause Tino on a motherf**kin' three-peat (Facts) Gettin' cheesе, like my name, CiCi (Yuh) b*t*h, I'm in a space coupе, used to swerve the PT (Skkrt-skkrt) Brand new Richard Mille on my wrist, can't see me I done put some Fendi on a b*t*h, that Riri Hold up Sippin' that wock i be gone I did this sh*t on my own I can't feel my face Never ever let a b*t*h in my place And my money old, I call it Myspace So you n***as need to give me my space Bossed up on a b*t*h, holding me back, now im in a CLA They said I be workin' too much Gotta get the chips like Frito Lay Snap on this b*t*h off the dome, off the head (Woo) You was on perks, I was gone off the red (Ahh) n***as tryna copy, wanna bite what I'm sayin' (Ahh) Countin hella racks see me gettin' to the bread (Ooh) He drive in that whip, don't get caught like a Kennedy (Huh) And I know a n***a with a couple of felonies (Yuh) n***as d**k ridin' like they into pregnancy (Uh, uh, uh) Ballin' so hard I'm off the 2k legacy (Uh, uh, uh) Right next to Jordan, shootin' with the .23 Tellin' that b*t*h to bend over With the white Forgis and big body Rovers (Yeah!) You takin' my b*t*h, well she a leftover (Aye!) Weird ass n***as f**kin' b*t*hes not sober (Haha) I like my b*t*hes forty or older (Yea) b*t*h stop playin' it's not game over (Uh-huh) d**k so long, tell that b*t*h, "Get lower" Blunt so big, look like a flamethrower (Nah) My hand on her neck look like a choker Pull up with a chopper, cut 'em off like a mower (Ah, ah, ah) You said that's your b*t*h, well I know her I can't feel my face Never ever let a b*t*h in my place And my money old, I call it Myspace So you n***as need to give me my space Bossed up on a b*t*h, holding me back now im in a CLA They said I be workin' too much Gotta get the chips like Frito Lay Snap on this b*t*h off the dome, off the head (Woo) You was on perks, I was gone off the red (Ahh) n***as tryna copy, wanna bite what I'm sayin' (Ahh) Countin hella racks see me gettin' to the bread (Ooh)
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