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A-A-Astro got it runnin'

She said I like you considerably
DC, can you tell me 'bout your history?
I like your vibes, but you really a mystery
Like, where do you come from? What's your true identity
'Member first time I met you I was [?]
Yeah, I kept that sh*t cool, I was crushin' subliminally
Told you come over, get me a delivery
Yeah, I called you three times, and I did it deliberately
Yeah, you used to bump slaps in my f**kin' auxiliary
Yeah, who is this person? I miss you is killin' me
Down a whole thing of wine, I'ma drown in my misery
I can't wait 'till the day that I catch me a victory
Watch this, baby, I ain't tryna be a prophet
But you need to go make you a profit
'Cause really, and truly, I'm nauseous, 'useous
Smokin' on that cookie
Got me movin' too loosely
Took a bag, too groovy
Wakin' up on the wrong side of bed, I'm moody
Shawty come give me that head, that booty
What's this you got in your pants? That toolie
I'm rollin' back I ain't watchin' no movies
Love my baby, I swear I ain't f**k with these groupies
Eyes in the dark, that's me
Push in the start, that's key
Peek-a-boo, keep me a stick
Had to put a patek on my wrist
I know these n***as, they flexin' like this
So I'm from the Mil', so I had to go ship
Its a VV in my mouth, I lisp
Pringle my check, 'cause I stack 'em like this
n***a tried the whole f**kin' gang, we callin' caution, awesome
Boom, boom, boom, pop out that choppa, exhausting
Put his mark ass in a motherf**kin' coffin
Next to his mother, his brother, his sister
I'ma f**k your main b*t*h, rest in peace, they gon' miss you
I keep Gianni all on my slippers
He talk behind me, we finna lift him, yeah
Broke boy only burn wind
I'm stackin' my digit, my digits
Stand on my money, I'm tall as the ceiling
Stand on your money, you short as a midget
Feel like I'm Jada, I'm finna Pinket

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