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Yeah, f**kin' up her jaws like some dental (Low the Great)
Ditchin' school after ten, I'm?on?Central
B*t*h blowin' up?my phone like, "I miss you"
She?let me beat the pu**y up, instrumental (Ron-Ron do that?sh*t)

Hoppin'?out?Rolls truck, ain't?no rental
Two b*t*hes,?I'm like Malcolm in the Middle
They keep askin' if I like 'em, just a little
Lame n***as ain't with us, we ain't with 'em

Ayy, money ain't the issue
I wipe my a** with it like it's tissue
Christian Louboutins got me bleedin' like a menstrual
Your chain gold-plated, mines more like Skittles

B*t*h, you better feel appreciated if I hit you
Love it when I hit her from the back, she got dimples
In the White House like Obama, presidential
Top kinda trash, but it's cool, she got potential

Whoopin' AT&T, I'm a phone buster
Yeah, it's on us, f**k the truck, we ain't Bone Crusher
Keep designers on my feet, can't no Foams touch 'em
Metro got me on my a**, this some strong Gusher
I be lyin' to these b*t*hes like I don't got it
I ain't died, but I let her suck the soul out it
Bought a strap 'cause this money bring more problems
No pause, but a n***a gettin' more commas

All my real homies, met 'em in the Low Bottoms
Ran it up in Miami like I'm Jeff Thomas
All the smoke at the stu', it's a big sauna
N***as act just like hoes, call 'em Big Mama

F**k a square b*t*h, I go stupid, I don't care, b*t*h
Walkin' through the mud, I'ma buy another pair, b*t*h
Too exclusive, I pulled up in a McLaren
I'm a shootin' star, watch this b*t*h start starin'

I got three b*t*hes with me, n***a, but I'm sharin'
Yeah, she call me daddy, but a n***a ain't a parent
Palm Angels 'fit, b*t*h, don't ask me what I'm wearin'
I got fifty b*t*hes, I ain't worried 'bout no marriage

Bugs Bunny in my ears, I got carats
Don't ask, b*t*h you can't afford what I'm wearin'
I don't care, but my b*t*h named Karen
Pillow talkin', n***a, you remind me of a parrot
N***a shoppin' downtown, I can't wear it
Dior store, gon' crazy, ain't no clearance
It's gon' cost a couple bands for my appearance
Tesla ran out of juice, I'm embarra**ed

No soda, I got n***as sittin' in the can
I wear Off-Whites like a n***a tryna get a tan
Richie Rich, I got hundreds, Benjamins
N***a, I'm the one, but a n***a ain't a minute man

Dog a b*t*h, but to her mama, I'm a gentleman
Weak b*t*hes at my house, we get rid of them
Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, yeah, I sit in there
All beige Louis boots, these ain't Timberland

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