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Yeah They hate me for no reason Wipe his nose like it's cold season That's why your hoes cheatin' And your n***as hate you 'cause you don't feed 'em All that bullsh*t in my phone and I don't read it Tried to sell me a verse, yeah, but I don't need it Even thugs gotta cry, rest my foot down and I fly Can't be shooting empty shots Two sticks like we in Shanghai Laid up back to Shangri La I know this sh*t don't last forever, every night I pray to God Dripping like an AC unit, next Contemplating what I gotta do with this cash I dropped a whole million in Italy on fashion Yeah, yeah, ayy, real Rick Owens, no Geobasket, ayy Used to not have a mattress to my name I killed the master and I kept the chain Walked in the club and I throw these racks at these hoes I know it come back like a Batarang Yeah, stars on the roof but I don't sing the Star-Spangled Banner I stop for a frac 'cause my b*t*h gotta be high for makeup and glamour Boarding the jet [?] we stop at London for Nandos to Glasgow Shawty could deepthroat a paddle I pull up a white G-Wagen and I creep through the shadows They hate me for no reason Wipe his nose like it's cold season That's why your hoes cheatin' And your n***as hate you 'cause you don't feed 'em All that bullsh*t in my phone and I don't read it Tried to sell me a verse, yeah, but I don't need it Even thugs gotta cry, rest my foot down and I fly Can't be shooting empty shots Two sticks like we in Shanghai Laid up back to Shangri La I know this sh*t don't last forever, every night I pray to God Yeah, I think your b*t*h special Better treat her special, if you got her, never treat her regular Yeah, I bought that b*t*h a Chanel bag and a gold Rollie like a president Light went off in her head like Edison Her custom jewel be the AP or skeleton Shawty already a ten, I might put silicone under her skin You know that them broke n***as bad for you, baby I give you some d**k and a spiritual cleanse Have you rolling around in a personal Benz We might find out, let's just build the suspense, yeah They hate me for no reason Wipe his nose like it's cold season That's why your hoes cheatin' And your n***as hate you 'cause you don't feed 'em All that bullsh*t in my phone and I don't read it Tried to sell me a verse, yeah, but I don't need it Even thugs gotta cry, rest my foot down and I fly Can't be shooting empty shots Two sticks like we in Shanghai Laid up back to Shangri La I know this sh*t don't last forever, every night I pray to God
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