Yeah, everybody with me got motion, duh
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Moshpit, Baby, open it up (Yeah, yeah)
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Five in the morning, open the club (Let's go)
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Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (Fuckin' it up)
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Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (Real mud)
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She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
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Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz (Oh, yeah)
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Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plug
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Question of the day, do I still sell drugs? (Do what?)
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Yeah-yeah, motherfucker, what you want? Pull up
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I done had the baddest of the baddest put up (Okay)
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Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (On God)
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Every time it time to handle business, stood up (Stacked)
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Nigga think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
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She know she the one, but I barely even call (Yeah)
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Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dog
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All fly shit, you won't catch her in the mall
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Real dream team, each set huggin' ball
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Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
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Billion dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
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Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
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Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off
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Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (Ooh)
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You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life (Lil' boy)
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All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right (Oh, yeah)
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Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
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Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
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Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
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Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (Yes, sir)
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"Can't be fucked with," my slogan, yeah (Yes, sir)
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Trap house bunkin', that's brodie (That's brodie), yeah
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Make another hundred, I'm focused (I'm focused), yeah
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Shawty rockin' with me, she a whole pack
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White shit, thick like Doja Cat
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Fuckin' up the money, you wrong for that (Stupid)
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Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)
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You don't know another nigga like this, I'm him
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I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, fell back, they weird
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Top tier women, I done had 'em on film (I tried)
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My brothers my brothers, I don't got no family (Family)
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Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a fin
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Cross that line, shit, not gon' end (I ain't lyin')
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I done T'd up, took my first lil' ten
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She was ridin' in the Uber 'til I put her in the Benz (Big dog)
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Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (You want)
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Cocaine water, baking soda in the spot (Whip up)
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Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
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Goin' Baby land crazy, six thousand a pop (Come trim)
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Whole lot of hatin', niggas hopin' that you flop
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Ol' broke-ass nigga, you need to go and get a job (Broke)
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Knowin' that your bitches start workin' with the cops (Ain't stop)
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Talkin' to these bitches, that's the reason he got robbed
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Claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (Ooh)
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You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, fuck your life (Lil' boy)
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All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right (Oh, yeah)
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Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
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Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah)
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Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
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Fuck ya twice, P
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I tell ya (Hahaha), tell ya
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F U 2x
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| Lil Baby |
