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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah How the fuck I got this fuckin' rich? It don't make sense You'll be surprised how I work that Glock, bitch, it's all up in my wrist Yeah, I light up a spliff and I'm getting so high, you catch me on the moon Soon as I give them lil' niggas the green light to come and get you, they go with the move Have you ever fucked around and got so high, you spilled a whole line up on your shoes? Yeah, I'm with some dog ass niggas, kill all you niggas, don't give a fuck about who is you Yeah, I'd be damned if I let a nigga make me tuck my chain when I step in the room Yeah, clean the whole room, we'll take you down, we don't need a fucking mop, I need a fucking broom (Brr) Yeah, going fed up in the coupe, yeah, I'm with my birds, we hanging out the roof I done fucked off a hunnid bands then I fucked around and made it back I'm sipping on drank, it's the new age crack, yeah Play with me over there, then you come over here, you ain't gon' make it back Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr I'm having more motion than you, I'm having more motion than you I'm having more motion than you, yeah, I'm having more motion than you, bitch I'm having more motion than you, I got his bitch off dogfood, yeah FMJ bullets, they going through trees, them bullets is hot as a hunnid degrees You broke as the fuck 'cause I'm sipping your lease Lil' bitch, I ain't falling off, I ain't no leaf You can play all you want 'cause that Glock in my reach Threw back a Roxi', I barely could breathe Don't let your bitch lie to you you, she is a freak I'ma prove it to you, I'ma fuck her for free Yeah, she on her knees, finna eat up the dick She on her knees looking like she a priest All of my niggas that you see me with We really rich, pussy bitch, just check the fit Yeah, I was so high on my balcony, sipping on Tech, just mix it with the Tris That lil' bitch know she lying when she said on Brenda, she know that shit just don't make sense Bitch, bitch, just make it make some sense, bitch, bitch, just make it make some sense You ain't even gotta worry about me, my drugs from the pharmacy, it's not the fent' Put your fucking hands up on me, lil' bitch, I'ma make sure you stretch (Cannot forget my defense, brr) I'm having more motion than I'm having more motion than you, I'm having more motion than you, yeah I'm having more motion than you, yeah, I'm having more motion than you Fuck you bitch and fuck you, too, huh, I'm having more motion than you, yeah I'm having more motion than you, yeah, I'm having more motion than you
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Abdul Malik Olayiwola Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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