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These niggas too excited can tell they don't do this often We ran through a pint she want more shots this bitch a alcoholic They aint lit they booth up once they got a paper shortage We slide in black truck to the club and to the after party I had to leave bro at the crib he known for snatching cartis So if you round, you better tuck your buffs Boy don't test your luck Every pole.556 and up She throwing ass pullin' on my Amiris tryna turn me up Hold on, baby bend it over, then throw it up Told her I like what I see, you a pretty slut Hold on, left, right, left, right, huh hold on, Throw it down, left, right, left, right Baby, touch your toes If she hop inside the V with me, gotta cut off her lo Shit I love the life I live I used to hate when I was broke Why the f*ck you standin' on the wall? Send that nigga home The other side, some real rookies doin' hits, bringin' they phones That nigga brother died, he ain't gon' slide, that nigga made a song I had to switch my iCloud, I did a hunnid off this phone Ain't even say much to your bitch, she was on go, just off my song I took a break from the gram and jumped right back in that mode Still spendin', but I'm stackin Got so many bad bitches in the pad could throw a pageant Might spend a ten in the mall, cause I love fashion At first, I wasn't rappin I was card crackin Conversations with the plug, talkin' in pig latin Cause on his 3rd 30, he got a pill habit Bust a key, next day, I want the Canada Almost made five off of rappin and I ain't got no manager Know the city get cold, I'm in the jungle with some animals She shake her ass all night man, this lil' bitch got stamina She so thick, I could put a cup on her ass and balance it All these hoes catch the franchise, had to put it on the camera I crack the pint and poured the six in my canister Know the game like I know myself I'm an analyst Niggas too excited, can tell they don't do this often We ran through two pints She want more shots this bitch a alcoholic They aint lit they booth up once they got a paper shortage We slidin' black trucks to the club and to the after party Only the guys around so you ain't gotta tuck yo buffs Dare a nigga test his luck Every pole five, five, six, and up Make her bend it over, then she throw it up Told her I like what I see, bitch you a pretty slut Hold on, left, right, left, right Hold on, left, right, left, right Bitch bend it over, touch y'all toes Hold on