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Pretty little, pre- Your lie, lie Pretty little, pre- Your lie, lie Pretty little, pre- Your lie, lie We sell dope for a motherf**king living, n***a You feel me? F**k that rap sh*t Pretty little, pre- Your lie, lie (Yeah, uh, yeah) I was just f**king them girls, I was gon' get right back I had a line on that soft, I was gon' switch it to crack I stuck to tires like I'm fixing a flat, swimming through racks Cooked my first zip, lost six, brought twenty-two back B*t*h, what you trippin' on? Just sold a brick, still down to whip a song I don't even f**k with the dawg, straight cutting fentanyl She asked me if I'm f**king her friend, just know I'm hitting y'all F**k an opp, two-fifty round drums when I give it to y'all And it'll make The Shade Room if these bloggers knew who I'm f**king It'll make the same news if the Feds knew who I'm plugging You bought sixty grams off me, I probably threw in a dozen You need a dope boy, b*t*h, f**k you gon' do with a husband? B*t*h, I been on The Shade Room, got three baby mamas, I'm thuggin' TMZ been at my house, taking pictures, all of a sudden Heard the DEA, they tossing indictments, they want to cuff him I'ma leave up out the country with fake ID like McLovin B*t*h, what you trippin' on? Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone (B*t*h, what you trippin' on?) Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (Sh*t) These motherf**kers out here talking about, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of- I'm tired of all these n***as talking about this whole dope sh*t, the drug sh*t, n***a N***a, I made it to the motherf**king GRAMMY's, n***a You talking 'bout ''Sh*t, I'll show you the raw'', n***a (Yo, yo) I treat her like coke, get her wet, then hit her with the ice Reward a single b*t*h that's faithful to a n***a with a wife Plug hate me like I ran off with bundles and f**ked his wife Migo stabbed me in the eye, hit a dirty knife for the night You ain't never been in a gang war if you don't know my life Feds got me up on the gang board, VL for life Big Rabbit got a package, goddamn it, I keep a Sprite When Obama got elected, I caught a case with his wife (Yeah) B*t*h, what you trippin' on? They want to know how I feel about Mach workin' with West Why would I give a f**k? I'm rich already, I wish him the best Played the game where a brick get you death, a hit get you less Judged for the number on your shirt, but it won't be Mitchell & Ness You like to claim her, the truth is we shared the b*t*h, so I guess I sent her back with some cash in her purse and d**k on her breath, yeah I made my girl a star too from buying all that yola Y'all ain't hear Gibbs? Y'all hoes still crying in Toyotas B*t*h, what you trippin' on? Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone (B*t*h, what you trippin' on?) Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (B*t*h, what you trippin' on?) This for my n***a Doug First n***a ever gave me a brick, man How I'm gon' forget you? That's a chance, you'll be kiddin' me, haha Federal district attorney BSF, n***a
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