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Lotta blues on me, I can't be without
Citibank jumpin', I got three accounts
Make the chef spend the night, we ain't eatin' out
F**kin' b*t*hes with my b*t*h, I ain't cheatin' now

Get your card, I got everything I needed out (I'm cool)
F**kin' hoes that these lame n***as dream about (B*t*hes lame)
I get in and start shootin' like I'm Eddie House (Eddie House)
Run up in your sh*t lootin' for the right amount (Right amount)
She want tequila to the face, f**k a Miller Lite (F**k a Miller Lite)
One like and I'ma f**k a n***a b*t*h tonight (F**k a n***a b*t*h)

Kidd ridin' big wheels, this ain't Fisher-Price (I am)
N?w foreign push-to-start like I'm pickin' fights (Skrrt)
B*t*h told me kick rocks, now my feet drippin' blood (Bleedin')
Shirt got ?yes on it like the Wizard of (Fendi)
Somebody get me out this mall, damn near spent a dub
I only let her suck my d**k, how this b*t*h in love? (B*t*h, how?)
She like the way I'm drippin' sauce like some chicken nuggs
N***as sittin' on they a** like they in the tub
I got bored and scored with that steel, had a triple-dub
Lookin' for a dime to blow on me like I'm gettin' crud
Is you my b*t*h? Is we together? None of the above (Nah)
Take a sip and transform like I'm Buddy Love (Buddy Love)
Hit his b*t*h in eighth grade, he still hold a grudge (He still mad)
Gary Payton, I can't hit unless I got a glove (I need a glove)
Tax a n***a for a verse, I ain't showin' love (Thirty bands)
Lot of pounds sittin' out, you can't get enough (Won't get enough)

F**kin' on this b*t*h for years, she can't get enough (She can't get enough)
Eatin' with my foreign b*t*h, got me tryin' stuff (F**k is this?)
Thick, built b*t*h, she my third-down back (Third down)
Put a cap by your name in my contacts (N***a cap)
XD Springfield, that b*t*h combat (That b*t*h combat)
Which b*t*h want me more? It's a contest (I don't know)
Your n***a broke on the couch doin' job apps (N***a broke)
Called my own number for the game, I'm Lamar Jack' (Lamar Jack')

Bobby Brown with the fraud, get your card cracked
We the new Bad Boy pictures, b*t*h, we all hat (All schemin')
F**k around, made 50K on accident
Said the right thing, she gave her purse to me, ain't ask the b*t*h (Ain't even ask)
Met a plug in Arizona don't tax for sh*t
So when I say I'm learnin' AZ, it ain't the alphabet
Thirty on me, but in public, got a standard clip
Pocket rocket on me 'cause they pocket watchin' on me (Watchin')
N***as tellin' all these tales like Sonic right-hand homie (N***as cap)
Like a sweet sixteen, we snuck in, got in with that pony (Got in with that strap)
Got a PS5 d**k, told my b*t*h I need that Sony (PS5)
On the track doin' tricks in the 'Hawk like I'm Tony (Tony Hawk)
Aaron Donald, it take two or three b*t*hes just to hold me (You can't hold me)
Your b*t*h finally let me hit, I said it's fire, said she told me (Yeah, it's fire)
Takin' pictures of me poured after pairin' off the potion
Your favorite rapper really trash in the booth, I had to coach him (N***a weak)
I just landed up in Denver, yeah, they treat me like I'm Joki?
Fired on her baby daddy, I reacted off emotion (Fired on him)
Just walked her in the mansion, baby, where you wanna start first?

Blowers all around the crib like it's artwork (Blowers everywhere)
Chrome'd down, all this sh*t make my heart hurt (Chrome Heart)
She tryna suck it while I drive, let me park first (Damn, let me park)
Cash Kidd, I got pieces, bet they gon' work (Bet they work)
Everybody gettin' somethin', I'ma go first (I'ma go)
Gotta send this b*t*h punchin' 'til her arms hurt (Yeah we punchin')
Got my b*t*h a big bag, f**k a coin purse (Big bag)
Dior didn't have that jacket, I think Prada should (Prada should)
You n***as sellin' food stamps, that is not a jugg (Not a jugg)
Big plays on Vermont like I'm Robert Woods (Like I'm Woody)
Hit his b*t*h and run home like Aaron Judge (Aaron Judge)

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