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I put that ice on my crucifix and tonight I'm Christian I don't got exes, it's just ecstacy and that's all I'm missin' They say that I been gone too long and I'm movin' too distant Just so you know I only came for the check You can win a ring where you at, play it right Stripes like a ref, I don't need your respect Ain't too many kings when you thumbin' through the deck I don't touch a pen unless I'm signin' off a debt Oh, whole squad comin' up Whole hood comin' up Got the squad goin' up Got the neighborhood goin' up Yeah, fallback gang to the f**kin' fullest All my n***as eatin' to the f**kin' fullest Actin' like my d**k, I'm the f**kin' fullest Attitude changed, I'm the f**kin' fullest Shout out to Kylie, shout to Miley I need a white b*t*h, not talking 'bout Molly I met her at Follies, but she out in Cali That pu**y need Geico, I'm wreckin' up, damage I'm actin' a savage, my tongue in her ribs tho' I'm doin' my damn thang, I slip in her pinky hole Yeah Paralyzed to the bullsh*t, I don't feel none of y'all n***as Got me leaning in the pulpit shooting all of y’all n***as Yeah Whole squad comin' up Whole hood comin' up Got the squad goin' up Got the neighborhood goin' up Yeah, alright f**k all these basic b*t*hes, I'm with Lira Galore I'm addicted to money and drugs, I need more, I need more, I need more Top floor Fountain Bleau I'ma have to have all freaky hoes and jewels Gucci on my head, a couple thousand for the view Bet she never knew that my papa was a jew Mazeltov Shaggy just pulled up with the baklava I was sittin' time on a Audemars Tyler's pulled up with the Dolly Parton I just spent the weekend in a Aston Martin (Facts) I just dropped the top like I'm Al Sharpton (Facts) Remix that Top still missin', I should put it on a carton Yellow thick b*t*h, livin' in the apartment I told my n***as holla at me if you havin' a problem We on the paper like commas and columns it's gettin' hot up in the six RIP to Ethan, you forever will be missed Sunny ass beach where the b*t*hes are better Steve Nash with the pass, Steve Nash with the assist Tonight I blew a rack to see your favorite's stripper strip And that's on Blood, on Blood, on Crip X on X, that's gang on bang OMO that OVO, that's gang on gang Four-five b*t*hes, that's bang on gang just a Molly that's X on ten Alright The rush for the fame, ain't the realest, know me Wrist too drippin' and my Cuban's stoney Can't play no games when they fake 'em for me Man it feels good, Tony! Toni! Toné! Man it feels good, Tony! Toni! Toné! They think you weak when you one and lonely But I got homes on homes, I got homies Ghostwrite that to the horse, my lil' pony Yessir My crew band, couple M's if I bet like woo Yeah Whole squad comin' up Whole hood comin' up Got the squad goin' up Got the neighborhood goin' up (Yeah, yeah) Oh-oh-oh Yeah, fallback gang to the f**kin' fullest All my n***as eatin' to the f**kin' fullest Actin' like my d**k, I'm the f**kin' fullest Attitude changed, I'm the f**kin' fullest Shout out to Kylie, shout to Miley I need a white b*t*h, not talking 'bout Molly I met her at Follies, but she out in Cali That pu**y need Geico, I'm wreckin' up, damage I'm actin' a savage, my tongue in her ribs tho' I'm doin' my damn thang, I slip in her pinky hole Paralyzed to the bullsh*t, I don't feel none of y'all n***as Got me livin' in a [?] still shootin' all of y'all n***as And it's all in the wrist like Ray Charles Jr Nobody's sh*t flyer than my b*t*h sh*t petunias In the black coupe and my b*t*h is in a Mercedes And I'm back to pimpin' more b*t*hes than a Dalmatian Yeah PX, Party
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