You niggas don't love me, your bitch wanna fuck me
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My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
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She fuckin' with a dime, I'm fuckin' with a bomb
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They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'
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I'm fuckin' with a bad lil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue
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I'm 'bout to spot me a opp, I'm 'bout to spin their truck, woah
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I said, "Momma, I got me a switch, we don't give a fuck 'bout luck"
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Ah, hah
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Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
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Trampoline jump for a cougar
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Jump out the jungle, go hectic
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I'm leavin' that boy on his dulla
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She wanna fuck for the moolah
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Pussy-ass niggas get lit up
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That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
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I was just layin' with your girl, huh
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She like bein' 'round my niggas
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She T'd up, she not switchin'
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G6 got me in here glitchin'
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Hood-rich as fuck, just livin'
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This bitch ain't got no vision
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I'ma go ahead and give it to her
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I just been feeling myself
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I found Jesus, Christian Dior
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Got a bitch wanna fuck on the gang
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Shit, put a stain right on the floor
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Got me feelin' like Jason Chase
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I'm switchin' lanes on these whores
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Stop all that talkin', let's do it
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You on the internet, boy, stop, boy
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I'm in the field with cleats, Sig in my jeans, I kill boys
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Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors
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I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
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Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court, uh
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Nigga tried to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort
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