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(Gas, it was cookin') sh*t! Okay Put him on his ass- Okay Put him on his- Alright, yeah Put him on his ass, he a bully Last time you had some gas- Alright, alright, alright, yeah Put him on his ass, he a bully Last time that I heard you had gas, it was cookie Put two backwoods side to side, roll a footie I'm with two hoes, ain't keepin' promises 'cause I'm a boogie Prolly couldn't even tell the AR was under the hoodie He get out of line while we in the bars, I would be My n***a said he tryna catch another body, so I took it I'm too street for industry, feel like they overlook me Need to be at least a hunnid-fifty-thousand if they book me Lookin' over my shoulder, that's why I got soldiеrs holdin' me over Told two Glocks, hit a rover, parkеd down by the river Get some shoulders, rockin' a mink, it's cold-a He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota, quota He a worker boy, gotta meet his quota Ridin' around with a point guard, like I'm Dellavedova f**k a n***a, said it two times, like I'm casanova My b*t*h rich, she want a steady man, think I'm f**kin' over Ah! Where the f**k is philly at? I was in philadelphia, like where the f**k is philly at? I'm in the streets, I'm in outside where all the trouble at Used to give 'em lighters with they dope, and tell 'em Call this number back Okay, we're sh*t talkin', talk sh*t, this not the mumble rap Callin' n***as broke in they face, okay, this not the humble rap I can't see me fallin' off, I got the hottest stumble back I'm f**kin' five hoes at once, like it ain't hard to juggle that He ain't got a solid foundation, we gon' crumble that Left QC to sell a Q.P., call uber back He flock the street, parted up the test again, where the tutor at? How the f**k these n***as keep gettin' dropped Where the shooters at? Why these young b*t*hes keep gettin' pregnant Where the cougars at? I ain't talkin' new crib when I say Where my movers at? When these n***as start talkin' big homie sh*t That's where they lose me at The second I found out she ain't f**kin' Same second I found out where her uber's at On god! Shoutout all the young n***as, real n***as, and the dough dealers Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the hoe killers Might not wanna bring 'em around us, we the hoe stealers (Go) Backdoor kickers, finally started talkin' my sh*t, made eight figures Any b*t*h I think I can't f**k, n***as don't know I ain't have to pay her for sh*t, these my hoes (Okay) You prolly go to macy's, I'm a saks fifth-er Gotta have my hoes in racks, I think stacks fit her She gon' put a dime in her back, that's a ass lifter I be sayin' I don't give a f**k, I'm not a ass kisser I be in they b*t*h, aight I be gettin' in a b*t*h good, you ever had liver? I'mma eat the plate, wild as hell, I never had dinner I'm the team captain for the squad, I'm not a half-member How many hoes I f**ked in my life? I don't half-remember I do know I made like ten-million since the last november Why when I open my head out the window, dawg, it's still the winter On they ass, she think I'm a pirate, some shiver me timbers It really ain't that far to drive to michigan I'mma hold the road down, pop a michelin (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow) This streets instressing n***a, you mean interesting? The f**k?
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