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Ay, two cups of my favorite Just bought a new crib and it’s spaces Came with a swimming pool full of Grey Goose and a few b*t*hes in the basement Uh, I went to jail lookin’ like Jaden But I came home lookin’ like Damon I’m finna name my first tour Rehab ‘Cause a n***a still goin’ through them stages The price of fame, I done paid it If it’s money to be made, I’ma chase it I’m ballin’, n***a, no agent Man, f**k the world with an ace d**k And it don’t pay to be patient I put in work like a day shift And put holes in your face like Jason Nah, I don’t miss, I’ve been workin’ on my aimin’ n***a, I eyeball it, don’t weigh it My team deep like the weigh-ins I got a dance left in this wrist of mine and for that white girl I’ma save it (What up baby?) I’m just tryna be Frank like shameless You n***as tryna be Frank off Shameless Man, word to the homie Doug E. Fresh (Fresh) Everybody love me like Raymond Diamonds all black, I’m a racist (Racist) Ciroc comin’ in by the cases (Cases) I got a f**kin’ blowjob in the mornin’ And after random bullsh*t I prolly’ won’t make it Back to my black [?] I talk money and these fag n***as hate it My last cut, I told 9Milly “Tape it” I want mine now, n***a, f**k waitin’ n***a, I’m faded Man, n***a, I’m faded Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’ I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?] n***a, I’m faded Man, n***a, I’m faded Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’ I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?] n***a, I’m faded hard in the red thing Diamonds all in my necklace The inside be peanut butter which is complimentin’ my red b*t*h Champagne by the case Polo Gs by the outlet She swallow my d**k by the hour, go, and she ain’t took it out of her mouth yet Every time I hit the club, I walk around like I own it Ballin’ out ain’t nothin’ to me, it’s right up my alley, bowlin’ Straight shots, straight shots, where the f**k is my driver at? Rolex state of mind, b*t*h I ain’t got no time for that I wake up [?] and go to sleep faded Baby girl, I don’t even f**k sober The backseat is my bedroom, so you know what I got in them cupholders You know what I got in them cupholders, nah, I ain’t talkin’ bout club soda Pocket full of that white girl, when I’m in the club, that’s club soda n***a, I’m faded Man, n***a, I’m faded Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’ I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?] n***a, I’m faded Man, n***a, I’m faded Uh, and I’m off two cups of my favorite That Ciroc, boy, I be fiendin’ I got a b*t*h reppin’ that north end and she throw it up like [?] n***a, I’m faded
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