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Can't get enough can't get enough and can't get enough of youuuuu Can't get enough can't get enough and can't get enough of youuuuu I'm on go, can't stop, for none of you hoes Remember them times I was broke Now I'm a kid, I'm playin' with dough Can't switch up on none of the bros That's some shit I can't condone How you claim he real, he a fake? The whole hood know you told The clip, the size of a snake I hear somethin' rattle, I'm gon' blow Niggas say he got a bag, well let's put a tag on his toe I'm from where it get cold, just figured I'd pour a four Guardian angel at the back door, cause niggas will try to take what's yours Sleep with my phone in my pocket, trippin' on hoes, you need to stop it 03, my lil' niggas marching, don't get caught in that storm, you will get shocked, bitch Flip a pack to make a profit, hoes be regular, why is you beggin' her Cape on, nigga, why is you savin' her? He a informant, no, he cannot hang with us So much mud, so much trees, I brought the forest to the booth My next, bar should be about me drivin' in the coupe How you wake up every day, and you ain't tryna make no moves No way, lil' bro but babies, gotta stay away from schools We ain't trippin' on no hoes, cause this money gon' make them choose I like my hoes in pairs, no, I ain't talkin' bout no fruit Got a bitch from North Wales, wanna eat crumpets under the moon I'm on go, can't stop, for none of you hoes Remember them times I was broke Now I'm a kid, I'm playin' with dough Can't switch up on none of the bros That's some shit I can't condone How you claim he real, he a fake? The whole hood know you told The clip, the size of a snake I hear somethin' rattle, I'm gon' blow Niggas say he got a bag, well let's put a tag on his toe I'm from where it get cold, just figured I'd pour a four Guardian angel at the back door, cause niggas will try to take what's yours I heard he telling He gone rat to the judge for some leverage He gone cap to his bitch, on the god, he a snitch On the gang, I ain't never respect it Origami, get a f*ck nigga folded War on poverty, all my niggas soldiers Yeah, I'm prodigy, name a nigga hot as me Yeah I know you can't cuz you know you not supposed to F*ck it, f*ck 'em Nigga ain't worried about nothin Pour it up in a blender make a slushy Get him robbed in the hood I ain't tussling When I ain't have wok I was drinking Robitussin Back in the day, got the head, we ain't fucking She give a nigga head like concussion After you done, don't touch me These niggas police bitch, they vlad yeah, they vlad They some ninja turtles, I'ma give 'em shells cause they rats Yeah, I make em mad, make em mad, make em mad aye Bitch, I feel like Yeat I'm gettin' bag after bag aye I'm on go, can't stop, for none of you hoes Remember them times I was broke Now I'm a kid, I'm playin' with dough Can't switch up on none of the bros That's some shit I can't condone How you claim he real, he a fake? The whole hood know you told The clip, the size of a snake I hear somethin' rattle, I'm gon' blow Niggas say he got a bag, well let's put a tag on his toe I'm from where it get cold, just figured I'd pour a four Guardian angel at the back door, cause niggas will try to take what's yours
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