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Top shelf shit, you know I gotta have it Top shelf shit is really Aye, coast-to-coast type shit Yea I am all about a check, Verizon The pain in my neck because of the diamonds Dracarys in the booth, spittin' fire My nigga gon' chop the track, HI-YA Hoes in the club, get beside us They pull out the mirror and do the white stuff Liquor in the cup, open my mind up Somewhere in the cut is where you find us, yea Rollin' nine-deep, five matte black Chevys Puffin' unleaded Forty-five guys with they heads in the heavens We don't know defeat, we don't ever order pedis I can buy the bitch if I insert the chip I can buy the broad with the swipe of a card I'ma flip her ass like a trap card, no I'ma flip that bitch like Gabby gettin' golds She gon' flip the dick like a patty on the stove I met her at the Grove, went back to the crib, twin mattress on the floor And she was kinda thick so it didn't fit us both And she ain't had no TV so I made her watch semen And that's how it goes skeet on her nose When she pass out grab my keys and my clothes Sneak out the door and delete her out my phone I'm a fuckin' player, baby welcome to the pros I bet you ain't know, yeh, I bet you ain't know That I was a player, baby welcome to the pros Feelin' like bounty, I been on a roll Walk into the show, here we go I am all about a check, Verizon The pain in my neck because of the diamonds Dracarys in the booth, spittin' fire My nigga gon' chop the track, HI-YA Hoes in the club, get beside us They pull out the mirror and do the white stuff Liquor in the cup, open my mind up Somewhere in the cut is where you find us, yea Yeah, sleepin' is a luxury that I cannot afford Gettin' fucked up is somethin' I cannot avoid And just so you know, I only drink because of you Searchin' for somebody who can never fill your shoes Vodka for my problems, rum for the fun Gin for my sins, and tequila just because Add a little Sprite and Blue Curacao I'm done for the night, motherfucker, adios I'ma hit you up to see if you miss me I don't do hookah, that shit make me dizzy Slide in the Hooters to look at some titties One sweet Tennessee tea for my kidneys I ain't really friendly, I know they have to get me Flame in my hand, turn a bitch nigga crispy I do not recommend you try us Gotta represent, rollin' with the set I am all about a check, Verizon The pain in my neck because of the diamonds Dracarys in the booth, spittin' fire My nigga gon' chop the track, HI-YA Hoes in the club, get beside us They pull out the mirror and do the white stuff Liquor in the cup, open my mind up Somewhere in the cut is where you find us, yea
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