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Cypress

Bad b*t*h, shawty way better than average
Bad b*t*h, she probably want me for my status
Young n***a getting money in the past tense
expensive fabric
so many foreigns we might crash it
I done turned this fly sh*t into a habit
The money turn a good girl into a savage
She hit my phone, I'm pulling up on automatic
She saw my number, hit my line and sent the addy
on the caddy
up off a pageant
She took it off and it was just what I imagined

Out of all 'em, hold up, baby you the baddest
I ain't worried 'bout that sh*t, already had it
I f**k with you, you treat me better than my last did
Came up from the bottom, now I gotta have it
Yeah, pop sh*t, speaking on me then just stop it
Boss sh*t, I took it straight up on the block with it
Sometimes it be the same n***as you rock with
You was supposed to be the one and I'ma top it
She walk up to the DJ told him play my song
I'ma make her mine because she f**k with what I'm on
I ain't [?] grown, yeah
She told me beat it up and do it all night long
they hate
Yeah, new whip [?] now I got paper plates
Yeah, they know me by my face when I'm at the chase
Yeah, these n***as just pop it like it's elevation
Yeah, she pop that for the [?] she don't need no chasing
She fell straight in my lap so I can't even chase her
Yeah, real n***a ten toes, I don't need no favors
Yeah, worry bout these hoes, need to get some paper
Yeah, she my quarterback, I put her on the team
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, gave that girl to the city, now she on the scene
She say I hit it so good it turned her into a fiend

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