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I need my gold like a cellar
He ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I can't help ya
I could f**k with her, bestie She won't tell her
Smokin' on this loud like a Chiefer

Say you flexin' on me, boy, know you lying
Pull up on yo ass and watch my diamonds shine
You ain't talkin' 'bout that guap, boy get off my line
I don't wanna talk, you wasting all my time
I need my gold like a cellar
He ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I can't help ya
I could f**k with her, bestie She won't tell her
Smokin' on this loud like a Chiefer
Runnin' to the guap like a cheetah
Rollin' up this reefer in a two seater
Her ass fat so you know I might keep hеr
I might want her, but I don't f**kin' need her
Boy you flexin', whats yo damn timе
All this jewelry, it could make you blind
You can clone me b*t*h, I'm one of a kind
On a Xan, almost lost my mind
Boy I think you done lost yo mind
Say, you flexing on me, you outta line
Why this b*t*h think she a dime
That ho ain't sh*t, she wasting her time
Sippin' lean, just to f**kin' pass time
Boy you too lame, switchin' two lanes
Rollin' propane, sippin' on the drank
Boy you too lame, and its a shame
She ain't never been the same
Since I took them drugs, I went insane
pu**y n***a, you's a whole lame
I ain't got the f**kin' time for a ho mane
I swear, this ho give the best brain
Me and [?] changin' the game
I'm the Xan man, I'm the lean man, I'm the drug man, yeah

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