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Wat U Sed (OG)
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Who the pilot? And my b*t*h eat me up while I'm driving And I swear it's a show, not a riot Uh I was trippin', you was trippin', who the pilot? Bet my b*t*h eat me up while I'm drivin' And I swear it's a show, not a riot And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't countin' up We had too many hoes in this b*t*h, I had to round 'em up And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut 'em off I been focused on my one-of-one And I hope your pu**y good as my bank account (What you said?) Ayy, b*t*h, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah) Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God F**k what a n***a do, reach for some inner peace Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h) Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h), Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h) Torched when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h, what you said?) All the hoes with the shorts in ya a** And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your gla** Ole man don't want ya in the club 'Cause your pu**y poppin' start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car B*t*hes all in your face 'cause you a star And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door Ayy, b*t*h, can I break you off? Trunk wavin' at the mall Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I'm overcharged (Yeah) Hurt, what I'm servin' in it, spread like the word of God F**k what a n***a do, reach for some inner peace Geeked on my side of town, dope when I'm slidin' down Ghost when I'm slidin' down, Ghost when I'm slidin' down (B*t*h) Torched when I'm slidin' down And I don't care about your scars Baby show me who you are Don't need a summer for your card And look up at a star Cause I am just what they are B*t*h I don't need no double R Wrap my hair up like some weed and cigar Vacuum that d**k suck you off till tomorrow B*t*h, I'm too fly baby match that AR Crib to your crib I popped into my car Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby this ain't no hot import nights baby We tryna import right You already know we ain't pulling up in them type Rs We like girls that like cars And girls that like stars, you feel me? So they wanna come look at the constellations swing the mustangs And that's exactly what the f**k we gon' do When we whip out them 5.0s to match the toes Ahh, caught her on the stroll now she wanna hoe Ha-ha All the hoes with the shorts in ya a** And you got the D'USSE fallin' out your gla** Ole man don't want ya in the club 'Cause your pu**y poppin' start fights in the club Come through in your new rental car B*t*hes all in your face 'cause you a star And ya come with 'bout four, five hoes Down to fight anything straight out the door
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