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We get high, we get fat, huh
Take trips to Miami
I ain't got nothin' for no rotten ho
I got unlimited cheat codes, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I got unlimited cheat codes, my life in a fast car
I really delete hoes, my love in a past tense
SR and a T, ho, I live for this fast shit
Trackhawk, see the white smoke, I leave 'em with ashes
Proper for the white folks, I'm ignorant and classy
She tell that I'm Satan, she blessed that she had me
Told her that I'm always high and she really just asked me
Honors to the most high, and I'm sittin' here gladly
Copper gon' profile, so nigga, go faster
God look right down on me, the ceiling is glassy
I'ma score in rush hour, it's over a traffic
This bitch want more pour, I'm letting her have it
She'll be the end of me and I'm curious what happened
Five percents on it so I'm more cozy in traffic
Skippin' on these Brembos, but I'ma go faster
I'm from where the wind blow, I'm duckin' disaster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I got unlimited cheat codes, my life in a fast car, ayy, uh, ayy
I got unlimited cheat codes, my life in a fast car
I really delete hoes, my love in the past tense
Ayy
I got unlimited cheat codes, ayy

'Cross the board MVP, you know that
Dumb ass lil' boy, no wonder you couldn't imagine
I got unlimited cheat codes, my life in a fast car

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