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Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

I like finer sh*t
And I like designer sh*t, yea
Shooters on that sh*t, bullets in yo body quick, yea
Maaly rock in that phantom b*t*h, yea yea
Way too quick to let that camera hit
Talking bout money, I like to ponder it, yea, yea, yea
Talking bout money [?]
She gon twerk some for some hunnids, b*t*h
We like run it up like ándale

Dawn

I feel like I'm osama
I might be a goner
Yea my kin, yea we gon fold her
Ridin round with the choppa
We might end up wetting his home
f**k he think he put his hands on
Turn a n***a to a dead man, turn a n***a to damn fan
I think I need some xanax
I'm being honest, [?]
No more second chances
These n***a life to rancid
She gon drop her panties
Had to do the damage
Lessin' them n***as, ay
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Chanel, Chanel
Lessin' them n***as
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri, lets go
Lets go, lessin' them n***as
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Chanel
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Lets go, Dior
Bullets hit his face
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Amiri, Amiri, Amiri
Chanel, lets go

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