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Imma hold us down like Allstate
I'm really great, my life top
She give me top, To relax my thoughts
I’m gold owning, Never showing
Show and tell, My white foreign
You don't win, My life coastal
My big homie, will fold you
sh*tting on you, that's what I’m posed to
What is this world that I live in
I'm up in the kitchen
Greed[?] is what I'm cooking
Money is old but she look brand new
Acting foolish round my city boy we could blam you
I can't think, Can't take a drink
Gotta look for me, Creep in my sleep
Notorious, I'm born to die
Like a walking bomb we take flight
Young drip god, Got 3 eyes
I'm on a plane, see plain sight
Got 6th sense, see dead guys
You're beautiful, can you be mine
f**k all these b*t*hes you’re my only dime
I can’t f**k with no one they waste my time
I gotta grind baby, my teeth shine
I've been through the struggle I need mine
This world f**ked, I’m losing my mind
I just need your touch, girl we combine
I just killed this sh*t homie, like a crime
Don't cry to me, wasting my time
I'm a jack boy, check my waistline
f**k around town, I'll get mine
I’m in love, Look in my eyes
All these dead guys, Money on my mind
I look at you, you're all the sight
You're beautiful, I'll never die
I'm in love, Look in my eyes
All these dead guys, Money on my mind
I look at you, you're all the sight
You're beautiful, I'll never die

Your talk is cheap and mine's expensive
I'm burning out of Mercedes Benz's
Goddamn, I'm so relentless
Came through left your b*t*h breathless
Shy guy, and I'll take your ho
My necklace, Solid gold
I'm so cold young eskimo
You mad bruh, cause I text your ho?
She next to blow, she gave me dome
Gotta clean whip, with the chrome
Lonely boy, you gonna die alone
Burger king and I'm on my throne
She got thrown, she got tossed
Young Drip God, whippin sauce
I'm on the grind, every day I floss
Everyday I floss
f**k with my squad, we up next
You a broke boy, we pay less
Got paid more, f**king foreign whores
Versace prints at the Grammy awards
She swallow swords, that's on the set
Ballin out, no net
We on your block, doing donuts
We go dumb, we bust nuts[?]
Trust a b*t*h, that'll never happen
These lame hoes ain't about that action
Designer on me, now that's fashion
Somewhere tropical, I'm relaxing
Hit a lick, No stabbing
Hopped in a b*t*h, roger rabbit
My squad rich, no trappin
My squad rich, no trappin

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