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Christian Dior drippin', tryna wash my sins off
n***as love that Champion, take that sh*t off
Blood leaking off me n***a, I can't rinse off
I'm tryna hit the lot, I'm tryna pull a Benz off
She can't ride with me unless she suck the skin off
Fat cookie 'wood, yeah it look like Rick Ross
I'm a skinny n***a but I'm still a big boss
Why your b*t*h on my d**k? Tell her get off
My b*t*h bad, always lookin' like she p*ssed off
Boujee b*t*h like to suck it with the lip gloss
Winnin' team, yeah we won before the tip off
We got all these blues, yeah we had a strip off
Last night we poured a eight, we had a sip off
Facin' all these 'woods, yеah we blew a zip off
b*t*h I'm flyer than a rockеt finna lift off
If that b*t*h ain't got no money, tell her get lost
All these blues on my flo', n***a, I'm finna crip walk
I don't wanna do no hook, n***a, I wanna sh*t talk
Pourin' all this juice like a n***a got a big cough
Tryna do the dash, tryna make this b*t*h lift off
Yeah we f**kin' n***as up before the kickoff
Vlone hoodie, damn, I'm finna lift off
One-O-five, John packed, I'm finna get off
If this b*t*h got me waitin', I'ma peel off
Aw this white girl in the trap, I'm finna get out
If my b*t*h see my phone, she gon' flip out
Thirty b*t*hes waitin', damn, who I'ma pick out?
Runnin' up this bag, almost blew my hip out
pu**y good, I couldn't even get the tip out
n***a run up on this Benz, I'ma whip out
n***as livin' with they moms, getting kicked out
Downtown with yo' b*t*h in a penthouse
I could do it in my sleep, this is so easy
n***a flexing three-fifty, ain't got no Yeezys
b*t*h blowin' up my phone, saying, "Don't leave me"
I'ma take it off yo' plate, b*t*h, I'm too greedy
I be f**kin' when you leave, yeah she too sneaky
Had to leave her ass alone, she was too needy
Tryna suck it in the whip, yeah, she too freaky
Whole five to the face, b*t*h, I'm too sleepy
Had to pour it in a Snapple, ain't no soda here
White Bentayga crawlin' like a polar bear
How the f**k them n***as get in with that pole in here?
And why the bad b*t*hes keep runnin' over there?
Moncler jacket on, yeah, like it's snowing here
If the Clan in this b*t*h then it's dough in here
If she get up in this truck, she gon' go in there
I had room for three b*t*hes but it's four in there
Amiri skinny, yeah, she tryna rip my pants off
With the Clan, she get ran like a hand-off
I'm a Grizzley in the fifties like I'm Randolph
n***as trippin' in the club, had a standoff
I like ghetto, hood b*t*hes, them the best ones
Got her weave to her ass and her nails done
I'm a fly fat n***a like I'm Big Pun
I don't wear no Champion, I can't fit none

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