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Cashed Cobras production little ho, eat my pu**y
Brwn on the beat

Walk inside the party off the drugs, b*t*h I'm out my mind
Hi-C got the juice, hell yeah, b*t*h I'm so divine
Pulled up in a Benz, told her friends they can get inside
Baby sniff the molly off my wrist, partying all night
Baby say she wanna be my wife, wanna be my bride
f**king n***as' hoes from the back, tryna break her spine
Selling OG gas, light green just like Kryptonite
Cost to be the boss, hell yeah I can pay the price
I'ma pop a bean just to f**k her like a demon
Every year my year, every season is my season
Said he f**ked my ho, but these b*t*hes got no meaning
f**ked his lil' b*t*h, now I guess we even-stevens

Bad yellow b*t*h just like Hannah Montana
b*t*h I got the juice like Tropicana
Pull up drop top, I was sipping dirty Fanta
Hanging [?] with that Louis V bandana
n***a sit down, hell naw I can't stand ya
Run up on me wrong, I'ma have my partner Blam ya
Baby got a question and she say that I'm the answer
When I hit the scene, all these b*t*hes go bananas

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