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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico, ooh)
Kenny

I ain't never asked for a handout
But I came up, now everybody got a hand out
I just got my truck on matte red, with a 5% tint and them rims blacked out
Every n***a 'round me gon' wait 'til I blackout
Put the pu**y on him, make a n***a tap out
Just say where and my n***as pop-out
If you don't get the picture, we crop you out
They givin' out pu**y like shout-outs
These lil' b*t*hes live in my shadow (Whoo)
They see me in person and panic (Ooh)
My diamonds, they color of candy (Ayy)
I'm electric shockin' these b*t*hes like Pikachu
Don't run away from me when I run into you
It can get surgical, personal
Everything I do be goin' up, I'm on my vertical
Yes, I'm a girl, I go harder than n***as do
I'm in a- I'm in a- I'm in a Benz that's the color of Fruity Loops
I count the 30s been lookin' so beautiful
I bet you hatin' on me from a cubicle, my n***a-, what?
I got more money than you on my cuticle
When I pull up, all the b*t*hes like "Aah"
Only leave the house when I'm pickin' up a bag
Got a short temper, don't make me mad, what?
Got a short temper, don't make me mad

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