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Ayo, J6, turn that up Huh, that's my n***a J6, man (Dulio) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah b*t*h you get dripped Check paid, walked in Nieman and sh*t, yeah-yeah Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this d**k, yeah Hatin'-ass n***as around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah I am the boss, yeah Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah I don't have remorse, I know what I did Don't do apologies, you do it again Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid He look up to me, always copy my drip Lil'-ass boy tryna take my b*t*h Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge Shut that, now go straight to the grill This ain't a freestyle, let me tell you something Passin' the [?] after I bust it She said she was hungry, I'm Mr. McLovin Taliban, taliban, you know that I'm bustin' Angelic the adamant, know how we comin' I know she was lyin', she changin' the subject Gotta stay golden, n***a, never rustin' Feelin' real, Ray Lewis, you know I'ma rush it Gotta go better, I had to adjust it That lil' b*t*h want me dead, 'cause I'm finna bust it Go to the top, ain't no reversin' I can't f**k with these n***as, they opposite You worry 'bout hoes, I'm worried 'bout guap and sh*t Gotta reload, f**k around and pop some sh*t Drivin' the boat, f**k around and [?] and sh*t Hoes, they don't got no manners Just like a monkey, they play with bananas on their body, I don't need to stand up Big ass Backwood, I feel like I'm sinnin' Shoutout bro Benji, he stay in Atlanta b*t*h, I'm feelin' like A.I., b*t*h, I got the answers Exotic-ass hoes, she is a dancer Bring her to the crib, pull her pants down, pants her Pour that purple in that Fanta Don't pass me no Henney, [?] Man in the middle, I'm always on [?] b*t*h, I feel like [?] when she try to kiss me Alexander McQueen, b*t*h, I feel like I'm [?] I don't run from the opps, I don't run like a rookie [?], showin' hundreds and fifties All of this music before it get icky b*t*h you get dripped Check paid, walked in Nieman and sh*t, yeah-yeah Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this d**k, yeah Hatin'-ass n***as around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah I am the boss, yeah Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah I don't have remorse, I know what I did Don't do apologies, you do it again Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid He look up to me, always copy my drip Lil'-ass boy tryna take my b*t*h Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge Shut that, now go straight to the grill b*t*h you get dripped Check paid, walked in Nieman and sh*t, yeah-yeah Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this d**k, yeah Hatin'-ass n***as around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah I am the boss, yeah Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah I don't have remorse, I know what I did Don't do apologies, you do it again Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid He look up to me, always copy my drip Lil'-ass boy tryna take my b*t*h Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge Shut that, now go straight to the grill Pasto Flocco, yeah
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