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And my new bitch, she stay wetter I got racks, that's what I tell her When I dance, I rock, I feel better Boy your chain so light like a feather Big, heavy-ass sweater neck so cold, just like the weather If she fuckin' with me, I won't let her, and my pockets, it stay fatter That Marni on me, that 223, hit you in your shit boy I got racks, I stay so fresh, so clean They like, b4lance! what you lit for? We turn that nigga into plastic like a fucking toy She a fan, she like me, she like what the fit for? She got a man, but she don't know who to pick And some of these bitches give me the ick And I'm in the cut, and I'm toting my blick And these niggas rats they act like Mick Walk in the cut with a bad-ass bitch Mama always told me I ball like Kobe She broke my heart, I wish I knew, I wish God told me, bitch do wanna meet my friend? They think I'm Tony Watch out for these niggas, they sloppy like salami Yeah salami, f*ck around homie If a nigga talk down, send him back to the lobby You're not my homie, you don't know me Girl, don't lie to me, ice on me Nigga try me, hit him in his fucking' spleen And I've been doing this for years, these niggas know me Shout out to my nigga Ahjhir, that's my homie These niggas my sons, they really my seed Evil Jenovi, girl, do you even know me? Evil canevil, some of these niggas think I'm evil Take your bitch, can't be me though Rocking Rick on my feet, Balmains on my feet I got that Marni on me, she wanna be with me Your girl's a whore, she want more In the sky, yeah, I soar Hit his head, now he on the floor And she wanted me back a year ago My n***a f*ck around , he fucked on a stupid hoe And my diamonds glisten like some snow That bitch wanna be all alone Yeah, all alone 223, hit him in his head And he all gone All gone like a fuckin' bong Now bitches wanna be me, cause I'm so known And my new bitch, she stay wetter I got racks, that's what I tell her When I dance, I rock, I feel better Boy your chain so light like a feather Big, heavy-ass sweater Neck so cold, just like the weather If she fuckin' with me, I won't let her And my pockets, it stay fatter That marni on me, that 223 Hit you in your shit, boy I got racks that stay so fresh, so clean They like b4lance!, what you lit for? We turn that nigga into plastic, like a fuckin toy She a fan, she like me, she like what the fit for?