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[Chorus] I don't got no comment (Woah, ha) (Ginseng) I don't got no comment (Woah, ha) (Dulio, shut up) Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh) They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey [Post-Chorus] Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah) I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Huh, bitch) How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?) How you faking that you got that money but you just a capper? Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin' Yeah, they checking my Feng shui (Rah), I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk For sure, I got another M just off the verse (Yeah) Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah) Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh) [Verse] One thing about me, lil' bitch, I don't care about mentions at all (Ginseng) What the fuck my pockets on? Bitch, fuck attention (Dulio, shut up) Paid my car off in cash, 'cause I just felt like it Pulled up to Paris for the weekend, I just felt like it I'ma pop back a couple of these (Sheesh, sheesh) Percs On sick, bitch, I got disease (Sheesh, sheesh) yeah, it hurt (Sheesh) Yeah, how you fucking on a splish? (Sheesh) Pulled up with a fucking wig on 'em (Sheesh) Glock got a fucking switch on it (Sheesh) Got a new 10, it's 'bout to switch on 'em (Sheesh) 30 got a fucking clip on it (Sheesh) And my dick got your bitches lips on it (Sheesh, Ginseng) And the drum got a fucking stick on it (Sheesh) [Chorus] I don't got no comment (Woah, ha) (Ginseng) I don't got no comment (Woah, ha) (Dulio, shut up) Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms, that broke boy quiet (Shh, shh) They never did no drugs, not a day in they life, ha, hey [Post-Chorus] Got thirteen mill' from the deal, pockets so real (Ha, yeah) I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Huh, bitch) How you faking that you got a song with all of these rappers? (What?) How you faking that you got that money but you just a capper? Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin' Yeah, they checking my Feng shui (Rah), I don't got nothing, bitch I'm off the Earth Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping, they twerk For sure, I got another M just off the verse (Yeah) Pockets swollen, ran up all my bands, I got my bag Walked inside the building, fucked this skank, I fucked this girl I don't fuck with nobody, not no one, not two, not— (Yeah) Pulled up out to Paris, fashion week (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)
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