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Ho back in this b*t*h Old school, got that brand new sh*t Glow like shawty candles Ho back in this b*t*h Old school, got that brand new sh*t Glow like shawty candles Yeah, that's paint Say what it is all the time don't know sh*t What it is, what it ain't, nah You can't touch the safe Ho, that's bank Be direct, ho, please have some character Shorty mad, get off that bullsh*t Don't I take care of ya? Erryday, erryday Came back for a while hoe Only for a minute What it's hitting for Yeah, yeah, that's aim Shots fire Cans for all this trash You judging refelct the gla** Im hustlin back on my Dad I diggity diggity… Diggity diggity Dad This for my… uh, wait I diggity… uh uh This for my family What you gon’ do for yo a**? Ride around, get the bag I ride around, get the bag I spend it with my gang That's 50 that's 50 that's 50 Ride around, with a .. cover your ears, wait Ridе around with a.. couple years Pushed thе bar, yeah that's game Shorty put that pu**y on Playboy Ain't it shame? Way too plain, who, who to blame Follow your heart, no shame Parkin lot, shot fired, yeh that's spray It ‘all-go’ all the time, it ‘all-go’ all the time On the blower, all they go On the blower all they go On the corner, at the sto’ Hear that, corner sto’ Moment, Im comin, slow, wait Shorty wanna ride, wait You can’t get out the drive-way Shorty got that grip tape Pu**y got that grip tape Shorty got that grip tape Pu**y got that grip tape Pu**y got that grip tape (x2) I’m getting mouth like Daffy Duck Sufferin' Succotash Two cups, punch and you know it? I mean like forward slash In a Hellcat kitten Time go by fast Why not make her wish she wet? I'm gettin' head like eyelash Hot box in there? It’s a AMG Mercedes seat, ma**ager chair? N***as shinin’ ain’t lasting long enough I’m shootin’ a flare gun Im in Louis Vui-ton This n***a think he Farrakhan Im all in Miami, I mean I’m finna parasail in huur I get naked like next in line to see the chiropractor Exotic flower, look like a Cattleya She keep smokin' on that layup Loft I'm in, came with Bluetooth elevators Pardon me for pairing Kitty, corner, colored, cranberry coupe, this b*t*h with me an Aries Drop top look like Milk on MLK My permit park not paid I'm all inside your b*t*hes house and energy, she callin' me “Sage” I pulled off the lot precautiously Avoiding pothole abrasions I put M on top of M like Maybach Music My yellowbone b*t*h Freemason, and amazing Old school antique, I try critique the mileage, it’s extinct She feel me, no Collins How the exotic blow in the air like pollen She on her knees I pray for the position, I’m in Runnin up on me, I splat your noodles Look like we makin' ramen … (singing) And you know, why I know why? Got that b*t*h who live in Iowa And I owe her nun’ Brembo Brakes is on my car Trying to slow up them horses All of a sudden, ain't no rush how we rush in And the exhausts on my car? Man that sound like Jennifer Hudson Turbo charge combustion
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