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She call me like, "Zen, do you want it?" (Buh) Aye, I-I'ma throw these bands 'Cause I want to (Aye, yeah) She gon throw them pants 'Cause she want to (Buh, buh) I-I'ma spend that bag 'cause I wanna (Ha, ha, ha) Ain't stressin', make that bag, cause I'm goated (Cause I'm goated) He gon' run his mouth, bitch Now he runnin' (Buh, buh) We gon' get shit hot Just like the summer (Jus' like the summa') Fi-five-six-seven pole, we gon' get 'em (We gon' bleh) Five-six-seven pole, we gon' get 'em, lick (We gon' get 'em, lick) I got bad hoes on my body, no face lift (Ha, ha) Juggin' from my hip, runnin', I don't take no Lyft (Nah) My twin, he got ARP That fuck nigga need a lift (Fuck nigga need a lift) I know these hoes playin', so baby, I'm not gon' trip Not gon' trip, not gon' trip You wanna test? This fye gon' hit Not gon' trip, not gon' trip You wanna test? This fye gon' hit She call me like, "Zen, do you want it?" (Buh) Aye, I-I'ma throw these bands 'Cause I want to (Aye, yeah) She gon' throw them pants 'Cause she want to (Buh, buh) I-I'ma spend that bag 'cause I want to (Ha, ha, ha) Ain't stressin', make that bag 'cause I'm goated (Cause I'm goated) He gon run his mouth, bitch Now he runnin' (Buh, buh) We gon' get shit hot Just like the summer (Jus' like the summa')
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