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And my whips polished, woah, woah
All these b*t*hes childish, uh, I gotta get a stylish (What up?)
She said that I'm childish, she said that I'm what? (My girl)
She said that I'm childish, she said I'm stylish
Five Glocks, water all around me, I'm a island
Ice on my whips so I can claim I'm [?]
Is it Shark Week? 'Cause these n***as bitin'
Walk in like a t**an, Attack on T**an
All these f**kboys I, think I need a [?]
She got a fat piece, guess I'm gonna ride that
Do what I say, I think that I am silent
I speak for the people, I'm so dark but I'm enlightened (Stop coughin'!)
N***as stealin' swag, so Imma copy right them (Ayy bro)
Glock by the side just in case a n***a frightened
But I'm never frightenеd (No), I'm just good at fightin' (No!)
Please don't doubt my [?]
Uh

Yeah, ayy
Yеah, ayy
What the f**k?
Ice on my neck and my wrist gettin' colder (Brr!)
That's your b*t*h Imma get the cold shoulder
Lil RIVEN heatin' up, I feel like a toaster
You-You is a b*t*h, you-you-you is a snitch
we keep hella sticks (Pow pow pow pow!)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' hella rich
You a broke boy flexin' in a Motel 6 (Damn)
Uh, damn, where the hoes at? (Where?)
I got some racks in my bank account, no cap (No cap)
These b*t*hes, they know I be flexin' they know that
If you want a verse, 600 paykolo
I'm on some other sh*t, I need another b*t*h
So many hoes I can switch it for the other b*t*h
In love with the money, I cannot love a b*t*h
sh*t
You cannot see me, you cannot see me
I-I-I feel like John Cena, hoe you can't see me (Yah)
Hoe I'm a star, you gon see me on TV
2003, I sell out my CDs
Look at my racks, I know you seen it
That b*t*h, she makin' me bored, ouiji
I just took off with his w****, easy!
Claim that you rich but you eatin' at CCs?

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