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Pull your t**ties out, give me some inspiration (ooh) Drink a whole pint, got some education?(ahh) Huh??Thank You Fizzle Pull?my choppa out the closet, I?think that he gay (huh) Brought my guns to the party, I?m ready to play (tu, tu, tu, tu) I don?t wanna hear it b*t*h, come here give me face (come here) AK, HK, you could die today (aye) You let me out of jail, you let a lion out the cage (huh) I been high for days, I been high for days If she is not a eater, don?t let that b*t*h through the gate (no way) I?m ready to rage (uh), I put molly in the cake Goddamn, she just sucked soul out of me (huh) I might bring this b*t*h with me to Miami beach I've got ten different hoes, in the Airbnb Ooh, she got double D?s, ooh, she wanna f**k on me I ain't hear my watch and it look like a gecko You a broke n***a and you still rocking acro House so big when I see it make the [?] grow Nutted on her face I ain't know she had freckles I just got a ticket 'cause my diamonds keep fightin' They ran outta summer so a n***a even whiter A n***a off a bean when I walk it like I'm glidin' I don't need diamonds and a n***a still shining You know I'm a Hi-tech monster So many dirty Sprites at this point I need a sponsor Twenty-five hoes in the crib I got a roster Leanin' so much I think this sh*t f**ked up my posture Aw sh*t I linked up with Pump and Desto Pistol grip pump, why the f**k you got a vest on? Taking hits in the 'mil for ten bands your head gone Now I'm shootin' for the books I'm Mary Blesso How you got ten cars but no license? I just rented five hoes, I'm not wifin' I'm a rockstar, I stay on star island Told her she can lick it but I told her not to bite it Desto dont stress hoes If I tell him let go, he gon' let go How you flexin' with that whip and it's not yours? I got a lil' homie shoot you for some concords Sippin' out the bottle use the soda just to chase it I got so high I think I went into the matrix I went to icebox and pay four thousand for a bracelet I was a broke a** n***a I couldn't buy it so I made it Shot a Wockhardt pint, you a b*t*h so I'ma take it The n***a k-roy even let the n***a taste it He was short on his payment, f**k his sister in a basement I was selling fake drugs in the club like I'm Jamaican (bomboclaat) I got a fake act pint I just made it Charge a n***a eighty-five hundred and he paid it Whips a fake brick and sell it, hoes sell for eighty Bout to drop a gla** pint of red but I won't break it I'm drinkin' [?], you probably think I'm cappin' This b*t*h twelve years old this gettin' kinda nasty I been talking sh*t six months straight my voice kinda raspy Dope fiend my n***a got some act and I'm finna fly to Cali Gucci, Louis V and Christian Dior (ouu) I buy everything that you can't afford (yeah) Baguetties on my neck, that's why I thank the lord (I thank him) F**k a b*t*h and pa** her back, now that b*t*h is yours
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