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Yeah, oh Oh my fucking god Yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Uh, whoa (Cocá in there, makin' beats and shit) Uh I get some pussy when the head ain't enough I'm always fallin' in love with a ho I took both of my bitches to dinner today I send a address if you feelin' a way Got no respect for the bitch, no patience for the ho I'm drivin' the Benz, I be smoking the smoke We gon' rob us a nigga, he ain't did that before See the thot in her eye, she a pretty ass ho She be fixin' her hair in the mirror on the phone I be talkin' to my cousin out the feds, in the joint Compartment sit under the passenger floor My hands on the fire, but my mind on the road Don't let your ego get beside you, bro We run in residential houses and homes I be fuckin' the bitch, I be pimpin' the ho Shit got crucial, so I tightened the rope Smoke more than Bob Marley, then scale white boy I park the coupe when I spend the night over It's hollow-tips fallin' if a hand get put on me Bitch ass nigga gon' die for the purpin' I'm in northeast where it's unsolved murders I take a bitch and I show her her purpose I'm sellin' flower, now which one you workin'? Got a line in Virginia for choppers and Percocets Whoa, for sure, shit, I valet park it and crucifix it When a thot call me I'm like, "Who is this?" I'm with raasclaat niggas and Benjamins If I get really mad, dog, I might kill a man I'm in San Francisco in a mini van Ten thousand dollars on business plans I'm duckin' task forces out the Sprinter van, whoa (okay) Fine chocolate, shit like Godiva Cut off my dog, he step outta line Chlorophyll water and ashwagandha Some of these feelings is hard to describe Put on some weight, now I feel like a lineman I'm in the Bay like a Raider or '9er I broke the cookie, the fortune was fire I'm not okay, but I'm gon' be alright Burberry zip-up ran me three thousand Never seen no shit like this in your life Eight ball sunk in the side pocket Couldn't lose, I put some spin on the white .456, felt the itch in my palm They think I loaded the shit out the dice Big face Benji, the Wizard of Oz Heart of the lion, you missin' some stripes, yeah Free Gaza, we on the corner like Israelites Ain't look at the wristwatch, still knew the time It's rainin' missiles out of the sky I took the torch and-, yeah I take the torch, make the temperature rise Give you the real shit until I expire The milk done been spilt, bitch, why is you cryin'?