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Yeah, ayy Yeah, ayy She like You gotta test the bitch with Casamigos (uh-huh) Know what I'm sayin', let them Let them think they lit or somethin' Let them think they gettin' them some' (uh-huh) Blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy, yeah Ayy, yeah Every girl around me got a job, clean these dishes Ayy, I bought five new chains and five new rings for my bitches (let's go) Ayy, yes, I got a problem it's how I spend my benji's (facts) Ayy, 30 popped a thirty got these bitches playin' tennis (blrrrd) Ayy, I talk bout these millions stay up out my business Ayy, I had my Brazilian DM my Canadian And she higher than a alien, like she can't feel her face again (on God) Ayy, my ex be out here talkin' like she lit or some' Uh-huh, I just put ten rackies on my fit or some' Uh-huh, straight up on yo' head you better think of some' Uh-huh, taste the Casamigos better drink you some' (let's go) Uh-huh, I lost track of time, damn near blew a dime Uh-huh, all my bitches friends that might blow ya mind Uh-huh, ayy, diamonds on her chain I made her one of mine Uh-huh, after we f*ck I give her cash never got the time Uh-huh, ayy, I swap out my whips, you can't spot me out Uh-huh, lil' bitch turnt me down in school, tryna top me now Uh-huh, ayy, I go tip the waitress with a bust down Uh-huh, got a preacher kid she saved but she cuss now (blrrrd, blrrrd) Uh-huh Ayy, I got lots of cash (cash) My lil' Asian bitch sent me a Drac' from Pakistan (blrrrd, Pakistan) You a opp and we ain't kill you, we done shot yo' ass (ass) Thinkin' with yo' dick, pants down got yo' ass (got yo' ass) Uh-huh, uh-huh, that boy was sweet as cake (sweet as cake) He tried to see the bitch, change of plans meet the Drac' (meet the Drac') They bent his ass up, that .308 took off his face (off his face) Now I'm off Casamigos with my ho from Georgia State (ayy, ayy, George State) Uh-huh (huh), uh-huh, I live a nice life I'm fuckin' off with bitches, poppin' bottles night life They need to free my snake Slime, free Shiest Life We on his ass four hunnid shots same night twice Uh-huh, I lost track of time, damn near blew a dime Uh-huh, all my bitches friends that might blow ya mind Uh-huh, ayy, diamonds on her chain I made her one of mine Uh-huh, after we f*ck I give her cash never got the time Uh-huh, ayy, I swap out my whips, you can't spot me out Uh-huh, lil' bitch turnt me down in school, tryna top me now Uh-huh, ayy, I go tip the waitress with a bust down Uh-huh, got a preacher kid she saved but she cuss now Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh
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