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That b*t*h got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do that dash b*t*h I don't race
N***a actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

Hold on b*t*h do you see my pockets
Everything in it I will never fold b*t*h I won't drop it
Everything I wear then they go and cop it
I ain't f**kin' with you hoes if you on that op sh*t, hold on
Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I'm a walking lick, I just took his b*t*h, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock it with the clique on some groovy sh*t, damn, hold on
Yeah we on that Cali sh*t smokin bali b*t*h
B*t*h I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah
B*t*h I'm tatted on my fist
I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks
Lookin like I play for the knicks
I just pull up with my soaky on
Good thing he the only man with a milky on
Hold on, yeah I got these b*t*hed goin'
Hold on, even though they get annoyin' (Huh)

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got alotta, got alotta, got alotta, dough
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
[?]... kick it up, bah, go
That b*t*h got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do that dash b*t*h I don't race
N***a actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got alotta, got alotta, got alotta, dough
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
[?]... kick it up, bah, go

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