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Ayy, yeah, ayy
You know I love an R&B b*t*h
Yeah
Put my old flames in a room, it look like Danity Kane
Got my own fame, b*t*h, I don't need your fame
Put them hoes in a room, it look like vanity six
I'm 'bout to cause a motherf**king calamity, b*t*h
I'm 'bout to—
Okay, hahaha, okay
Yeah, yeah, alright, alright, alright, alright

I'ma make it hot in that b*t*h like I'm Nelly
Game that I claim, f**kin' tatted 'cross my belly
Spread that cash, down my f**kin' Margielas
Spread that a** like some motherf**king jelly (Yes)
B*t*h, let me fill you full of c*m at the telly (Yes)
I'm just tryna put my f**kin' tongue on her melons
You prefer gangbangers, I become a fеlon
Trapper full of gangsters n***as Cartelling (Cartеlling)
Pockets full of burner phones, b*t*h say it turn her on (Turn her on)
N***as say they out here spinning blocks, we just went on one
I got that fire in my pocket, make that what I want
She say she'll turn a n***a d**k to a dingaling
I'm 'bout to turn that Marriott up into a summer jam
Yeah, sound like a hunnid hands
Hunnid band in my jam when I stutter-
Goddamn on the 'Gram, with that Flim Flam
Love to beat that, 'til it cream up
She say she wanna f**k the homie, we gon' team up (Yeah)
I got a double cup n***a doing lean ups (Yeah)
I keep a FN Five-seven in the jean tucked (Yes sir)
Ask about me, they gon' say that he a mean f**k
Don't introduce me to your friends, I'll let the team touch
Drinked up, linked up, a n***a beamed up (Beamed up)
Slap her on the b*** and send her home with her pink stuffed (Yes)
Young hot, young hot
Young hot, young hot

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