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Yeah my new bitch she so nasty, met that bitch in Cali' He want smoke then bitch I'm ready, I just bought a fetti Yeah we throwing all these hundreds, shit's like a confetti (let's go) She ain't wanna suck in public, that bitch is too petty Yeah you lose 'em how you get 'em, I won't take your bitch He keep talkin' all that shit then I might fuck his bitch (let's go) Ay just know that he be capping, he ain't touching shit And you know that I be stacking, these balenci's bitch Presi' Rollie, dirty bitches bitch I own it He be talkin' on the gang I don't condone it If my twizzy wanna slide you know I'm on it (Twin, twin, twin) Me and twin, we slide like it's Fortnite We been doin' this shit since 45 They ain't never been through that court life Like I just wanna see me a horse fight We the ones steppin' the game and pavin' the way Might make a new Porsche fly She tryna break up the gang, and make us insane It'll make us more tight I got me some bad habits I got me so many scars, shit I might as well get tatted I got me a bad bitch givin' calcium through her cannons I got me like four whips in my head, that's what I imagine Yeah my new bitch she so nasty, met that bitch in Cali' He want smoke then bitch I'm ready, I just bought a fetti Yeah we throwing all these hundreds, shit's like a confetti (let's go) She ain't wanna suck in public, that bitch is too petty Ayo is that Moodyy? All this fuckin' money I might crash out (woah) Brodie poppin' all these percs he might just black out (let's go) Man I cut off all the fakes, I took the trash out (Let's go) Put me in the darkest room I'm still gon stand out (crash out) (Your bitch gone crash out) (Yeah bitch gone crash out) Yeah we rollin' with these sticks just like we Japanese I stay away from bitches, just like a fucking disease (Let's go) And I be preaching all these facts just like a fucking priest (Let's go) Yeah i'm finna pay in cash, motherfuck a lease Yeah i'm the one who's smoking green, I be on that lean Yeah i'm the one who's fucking bitches I just fucked Celene and Elise and Felice Even got some from Bernice Had to let L- (haha) go that bitch is for the streets Crash out, Crash out Yeah we gone crash out what? Crash out, Crash out We finna crash out what? Crash out, Crash out We stackin' money up, yeah We stackin'- We stackin' money, uhuh
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