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Go outside, touch gra**
Go outside, touch gra**

Sixty-three b*t*hes in my crib, I ain't kissed one
Just got a check, it's a big one
Sixty-three cribs with a b*t*h in each one
Just hit the first sixty-threesome
Air force cheeks, I'ma crease 'em, lace 'em
B*t*h, you ain't slick, I don't pre-c*m
Feeling braindead, need cerebrum
Now my d**k tired, put a thumb in her bumbum

I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill'
Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf
Check out my wheels, drive itself, yeah, I'm not too thrilled
B*t*h, come to Brazil, kung fu b*t*h, Kill Bill

Go outside, touch gra**
Go inside, touch a**
Go outside, touch gra**
Go inside, touch a**
If the money come in crumbs then I'm breadеd
See us on a print in a suit, double-breasted
Puffin' on thе gas, unleaded
Halle Berry in my DMs, tryna get it
And I bought a Cali King just to wet it
Flex on a song with the eight hundred credit
Gravy train runnin' for the Senate
AOC reached out, might hit it

I am for real, the way I rock round with my mill'
Ooh, I feel like Pharrell, I'm droppin' out with a milf
Check out my wheels, drive itself, yeah, I'm not too thrilled
B*t*h, come to Brazil, kung fu b*t*h, Kill Bill

Go inside, touch a**
Go outside, touch gra**
Go inside, touch a**
Go outside, touch gra**

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