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(Haa) Nah forreal (Haa) I know you like that shit, look I'ont really like to do the talkin', I just fly out But you won't board that (plane) unless I know you gotta (fly mouth) Beat the pussy up, yea imma (wreck it) but I'm not (ralph) And baby better show out on this dick cause this her try outs I'm pullin' on her hair, I give her real inches I use the rose while I'm in it— so it feel different Baby where yo nigga at? call that nigga on the phone Tell him that you busy for the night and you ain't comin' home (huh) I only talk money, you can't learn this from rosetta stone Baby, I do not have no (heart), my shit is made of (chrome) Keep a (Drake), if any nigga try it, he (So Far Gone) (Huh) bitch I'm all about my bread let me up this roll Cause I'm a young rich nigga Been a real go getter up like six plus figures, know you like that shit I'm a young rich nigga, been a real go getter Up like six plus figures, know you like that shit (like haa) She keep the pussy fresh, (bald) like it got (alopecia) She give me sloppy (Cole) slaw but her name not (Keyshia) Bitches never act they age, like they Jo Jo Siwa And shoutout all the hoe bitches breakin' tricks at Caesars Laced up with game, I'ont even gotta teach her But it hit different when I show her how to use a visa (huh) Open up this laptop— show you all the cheat codes You ain't even gotta hit the carpet baby stay home I finger f*ck my thumbs through this paper I'm gon' caress it (Plugs) in every state and they got more than some (Dr.Pepper) (Huh) give a f*ck about no sauce, I'm more of a jwetter These hoes, they can never (Play) the (Boy) I am not Hugh Hefner (Talking all that shit) through yo (gums)— come meet my (dentist) I keep a (Rod, man) for the (Bulls)hit— I'm not (Dennis) Baby, I keep my (mac) I'ont do no (pimpin') But I can teach you how to get some pape if that threshold missin' Tread when you talk to me— stay up on yo tippy toes Heard yo old nigga was a lame, I am not one of those Gotta couple bullets that shoot (CAPS) you get to talking (Bold) You can (sneeze) on me, imma be the one to (wipe yo nose) Niggas talkin' tough as hell knowin' that they told You be the elevator, I'll be Salongé Knowles I got the type of dick that make bitches curl they toes She better have some good trap or I send her home Cause I'm a young rich nigga, been a real go getter Up like six plus figures, know you like that shit I'm a young rich nigga, been a real go getter Up like six plus figures, know you like that shit (like haa) Forreal... I know you like that shit (like haa) Forreal... I know you like that
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