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Dior make them hits! I'm married to cash They runnin' off with my swag My b*t*h give me brain Pull the Bando, I need a [?] My shoota' a dyke, 'cuz she got the strap They follow my footsteps, just like a map Against his shell, just like a crab I'm the sh*t, yeah, I'm the crap I'm off a perc, it got me relaxed Smokin' woods up in the back They sleep on me just like a pass They see me rock, just like a band And I just popped a flag At the top, but money don't change And my teeth gold, just like a plaque What you gon' do? b*t*h make a decision Run it up, b*t*h I don't do division Stop it, Einstein, 'cuz I'm so [?] Shoot at his hairline, with the precision b*t*h bad, yeah, she is so pure I want some shooters, and they top tier Got some shooters, and they top tier Baby, I got no fears Take it out, take me out of here I stay with a stick, I came with a [?] Takin' that boy, that boy got a curse She is my girl, my girls got curves Run to the store, I bought her a purse Maybe, maybe now you don't understand Baby, what's the plan? I gave you a chance (I gave you a chance) You are in my [?} Yeah, I'm smokin' that sack I can't f**k with fakes I'd rather love you instead
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