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Yeah, i'm gon' pop out with a new bitch every other week I'ma fuck her, say I lover her then I cross her out the sheet Yeah my shawty she so bad, ass so fat but she petite No I don't give my style for free For a feature need a whole Pateke She done told me how much she done fucked I'm like eughhh All the shit these bitches do for lunch I'm like eughhh No I can't love no fucking thot I'm like eughhh Yuh, saw that I got motion now she runnin' like the running man Oh I might hit a lick then I go spend it on a fucking Benz I get hoes and money too so I can't trip about about the past She said she like my accent told her "bitch i'm speakin' cash" Bitch I spent more on my glasses than your boyfriend's whole advance Yeah for a show need like two racks And I ain't coming to that shit If I can't bring my fuckin' strap I be puffin' on sativa Shawty on my phone and she be actin' like I need her Yeah I met her at the club but I done fucked her in Ibiza Ugh, in a private jet my feet up Bitch I get my runtz from Purto Rico Brodie movin' packs you can call us the new cartel Pucci on my bitch but on my wrist I got some Cartier Ain't no competition, bitch you know that I be top tier I'm like "hold on, what the fuck is that?" Just a little pussy dissin' on his fuckin' track Catch him out his fucking crib, to this strap he gon' be singing at 4'8 motherfucker, money standing taller than you Homie acting brand new Fuck around and put 'em on the flash news, ugh I'm gon' pop out with a new bitch every other week I'ma fuck her, say I lover her then I cross her out the sheet Yeah my shawty she so bad, ass so fat but she petite No I don't give my style for free For a feature need a whole Pateke She done told me how much she done fucked I'm like eughhh All the shit these bitches do for lunch I'm like eughhh No I can't love no fucking thot I'm like eughhh
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