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Yeah Yo Yeah, you, you called me? Yeah, I was just telling you I'ma pull up Alright, how long you 'bout to be? Are you by yourself? Huh? I said, are you by yourself? Yeah, I'm by myself Okay, you at the hotel? Yeah Okay, I'ma pull up, it's gonna be like forty minutes, is that okay? Yeah, that's fine Alright, I'ma text you when I'm close Alright, bet Alright, bye Bye (Airbourn made this) She got her ass did, she tryna impress me What the f*ck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly I'm in Miami f*ckin' hoes from Cuba Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar I ain't gotta touch you, my niggas gon' shoot you Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah" He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up? I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up Her head retarded, she came on the short bus My money long, can't even fold it up Ice on my neck got me froze up She wanna live her best life She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight I'm Slayer Academy, she already know He want his bitch back, but I'm f*ckin' her throat right now Damn, money, it's all on the ground Ayy, I'm smokin' the zip out the pound Yeah, she call me LeBron, need a crown I be deep in that p*ssy, I'm drownin' She want Givenchy, but I got her Prada That's your big homie? I'm f*ckin' his daughter This an S-Class, bitch, I don't like Chargers Richer then all of you niggas together I been runnin' shit before the fame I call her lil' girl, I don't know her name She not even mad, she know I got hoes That's why she around me, she playin' her role They ain't let me in, so I'm kickin' the door She ain't let me hit, so I'm f*ckin' her friend She run from the dick like I'm countin' to ten I told her, "Be quiet when I'm countin' them bands" I lost my ring when I was washing my hands He wanna be like me, I guess he a fan It's gettin' hot, Tae, turn on a fan My bitch lookin' pale, I told her to tan She love my smell, bitch, this Number (N)ine She said I ain't loyal, I said, "You ain't lying" It's hard to keep up with me, woah, yeah, yeah She got her ass did, she tryna impress me What the f*ck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly I'm in Miami f*ckin' hoes from Cuba Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar I ain't gotta touch you, my niggas gon' shoot you Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah" He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up? I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up Her head retarded, she came on the short bus My money long, can't even fold it up Ice on my neck got me froze up She wanna live her best life She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight I'm Slayer Academy, she already know He want his bitch back, but I'm f*ckin' her throat right now
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