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(I love you, 4ME) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I just got some new racks in) (B*t*h, it ain't no way that I'm lovin' you) (Dumb sh*t, not trustin' you) When I'm touchin' a lot, ain't no way that I'm trusting you And when I hit that thot, she ate me like a Lunchable Ain't no way I'm stop, until I'm feelin' comfortable I'ma count up this guap, until I cannot count it up B*t*h, I stay by myself, 'cause I cannot count on folk Big green coat, lookin' like a cantaloupe I'ma pa** on that b*t*h, 'cause she is not cuffable Yes, I'm smokin' on dope, baby, that's my antidote Big blue racks, lookin' like a tidal wave And if we speakin' facts, then you know I paved the way Fell in love with the racks, in a whole 'nother way And I'll never go back to another rainy day And, b*t*h, it ain't no way that I'm lovin' you I step in Margiela, [?] you And I swear that I say that sh*t humbly When I was down bad, with no way I could talk to you Yes, I'm smokin' on peanut b***er, b*t*h, Uncrustables A young n***a rich, I'm feelin' like a huxtable I remember when I thought that sh*t wasn't possible But now I can't cap, n***a, it ain't nothing to me Rich slime, baby, it ain't nothing to me You know I'm online when I get these racks in Damn, bro called the plug up, I need a pack in Slimin' the plug out, we havin' backends If I don't know that n***a, gotta tax him And we havin' locomotive motion, like a train, man I'm in the bity, smashin' out with Texaco Cam You know I'm with big smoke, yeah, by my right hand Know I'm with slime, tell 'em, go and wipe down Yeah, (Slatt), pu**y n***a, I don't like them Might spent a couple hundred on some damn pants I got this b*t*h booted, off a xan-tan And we havin' choppers, n***a, like Afghanistan If it's not 'bout a bag, n***a, I don't understand that If it's not 'bout some cash, n***a, I don't understand that If it's less than a pound, n***a, I don't understand that I'm not talkin' worth, n***a If it's less than a band, it won't work, n***a Yeah, I dreamed for this sh*t, call it work, n***a And I'm still geeked in this b*t*h, off a Perc, n***a I had to jump off the porch, make it work, n***a Tell my mom, ain't no way I'ma work, baby I can't cap, I need to go to Church, n***a With this music, I translate my heart, n***a I been the one in this, since I was birthed, n***a I'ma run it up, until I touch ten figures I'm movin' so low, like my first name was Ben, n***a I can't cap, my only motion, to get richer When I'm touchin' a lot, ain't no way that I'm trusting you And when I hit that thot, she ate me like a Lunchable Ain't no way I'm stop, until I'm feelin' comfortable I'ma count up this guap, until I cannot count it up B*t*h, I stay by myself, 'cause I cannot count on folk Big green coat, lookin' like a cantaloupe I'ma pa** on that b*t*h, 'cause she is not cuffable Yes, I'm smokin' on dope, baby, that's my antidote Big blue racks, lookin' like a tidal wave And if we speakin' facts, then you know I paved the way Fell in love with the racks, in a whole 'nother way And I'll never go back to another rainy day And, b*t*h, it ain't no way that I'm lovin' you I step in Margiela, [?] you And I swear that I say that sh*t humbly When I was down bad, with no way I could talk to you Yes, I'm smokin' on peanut b***er, b*t*h, Uncrustables A young n***a rich, I'm feelin' like a huxtable I remember when I thought that sh*t wasn't possible But now I can't cap, n***a, it ain't nothing to me
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