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Yeah, huh Three-somethin' thou' for my LV feet 3.5 just to help me sleep I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid She'll never, ever get a ring from me Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk" I don't know what I done, but it can't be deep Ten whole pounds of top-of-the-shelf I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap Huh, damn (damn), I'm geeked (I'm geeked) I don't think that she want me for me Huh, damn (damn), am I tweakin'? (Am I tweakin'?) Or am I a little higher than y'all? Quiet it down, I ain't lyin' to y'all You get prioritized if it's profit involved Tired of y'all, I ain't flyin' with y'all I'll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all (bitch) Nah, I ain't going for it (bitch) Nah, I don't know nothin' I just count up my deads by my lonesome I ain't goin' in the bed 'til this ho gone It's a hole in my chest if this ho close Shit get cold as December with no clothes This a V12 engine, I don't go slow If my feet on the pedal, just hold on Damn, huh, my baby gon' hold out for me (hold out for me) Damn (damn), I been prayin' we turn out okay (we turn out okay) Girl (girl), why you tearin' my shirt off? Goddamn (goddamn) Huh, you know I got-, you know I got all eyes on me Three-somethin' thou' for my LV feet 3.5 just to help me sleep I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid She'll never, ever get a ring from me Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk" I don't know what I done, but it can't be deep Ten whole pounds of top-of-the-shelf I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap Huh, damn (damn), I'm geeked (I'm geeked) I don't think that she want me for me (that she want me-) Huh, damn, am I tweakin'? (Am I tweakin'?) Or am I a little higher than y'all? Quiet it down, I ain't lyin' to y'all You get prioritized if it's profit involved Tired of y'all, I ain't flyin' with y'all I'll die 'fore I sing to the choir at all I don't got much left, I'm thuggin' all by myself, huh I know what's right, what's wrong, huh I guess I don't got much else, huh Let's get a lil' more high, roll me an L, put the windows down Ridin' 'round town in that, "Oh my God Where in the hell did he get that from?" Whoa, when'd you get this fine? Like, "Bitch, can I hit this time?" I had six grams in that blunt I ain't think I could get this high I don't think I'ma risk this one Uh, your team worth 50 bucks Bitch, you really missed me, huh? Didn't that shit feel real for once? Three-somethin' thou' for my LV feet 3.5, just to help me sleep I'll do a bitch like Joel Embiid She'll never, ever get a ring from me Ho on my line like, "We gotta talk" I don't know what I done, but it can't be deep Ten whole pounds of top-of-the-shelf I don't know what it costs, but it can't be cheap (huh, damn) I don't think that she want me for me (I don't think that she want me for me) I don't think that she want me for me (I don't think that she want me for me) I don't think that she want me for me