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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)
Nеw 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 еyes 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 ass 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

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