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I'm trying to f*ck off percs I know this shit hurt, I'm crazy She want to f*ck on the daily I'm in a coup Mercedes Hurry up hoe, I ain't waiting I know that you mad I been hating Told her she could stay, I was playing Put the switch on the glock, I be spraying I move miles, you do meters Pour the wok in the sprite, this two liters This a Lambo truck, this not a Beamer And I'm passin' right by, I ain't see her Why she thought that I was gonna eat her If anything after I leave her And I'm making her yell so much, damn it I had to turn up the speaker And I spoil that bitch like it's Christmas She working out at L.A Fitness She dubbed me back then, I act different I be all in her mouth like a dentist Bitch I'm that nigga, no pretending I want her body yeah, I want her head Don't give a f*ck what that nigga said I killed that shit, yeah that pussy dead I do this shit all the time like it's a trend Why this thot talking boring I'll hit you in the morning Bright where I live cause the sun's always glowing Ice in my veins, I be feeling the coldest Ice on my chains, that shit look like it's frozen Brought that girl back to the streets Get the drop on my opps where they sleep You want a feature, there's a fee Cause the shit that I do it ain't free Don't do nothing stupid when you run into me I have been itching to squeeze If I catch him lackin', put him on a tee Three hoes in the coup but two seats Off a thirty I got that girl geeked Mix it up she gon' tweak for a week Put the dick in her mouth she can't speak I'm trying to f*ck off percs I know this shit hurt, I'm crazy She want to f*ck on the daily I'm in a coup Mercedes Hurry up hoe, I ain't waiting I know that you mad I been hating Told her she could stay, I was playing Put the switch on the glock, I be spraying I move miles, you do meters Pour the wok in the sprite, this two liters This a Lambo truck, this not a Beamer And I'm passin' right by, I ain't see her Why she thought that I was gonna eat her If anything after I leave her And I'm making her yell so much, damn it I had to turn up the speaker Yeah, these bitches know I act different Making money like I'm on a mission That girl a catfish, she use filters They just best friends, I thought they was sisters I told that hoe I ain't staying Taking trips out from New York to Vegas Come to my home, this shit spacious Smoking that loud, I be high as a spaceship Going worldwide take my hoes on vacation F*ck Life-Three-Sixty, never sharing locations I'm bipolar hoe so I don't have patience Foreign thot with me but I got to translate If you've noticed I've been living lavish If I notice your girl, I'ma have it When I f*ck from the back I'ma stab it Forty-five for an eighth, that boy taxin' She stalk me on Instagram Pull it out, put the dick in her hand These girls don't know that I'm playing, don't really want to see you again In the stud and I clutch the F.N Dump the clip if this shit get out of hand Making too much bands on PayPal, I'm banned F*ck her right, left her where she stand I'm trying to f*ck off percs I know this shit hurt, I'm crazy She want to f*ck on the daily I'm in a coup Mercedes Hurry up hoe, I ain't waiting I know that you mad I been hating Told her she could stay, I was playing Put the switch on the glock, I be spraying I move miles, you do meters Pour the wok in the sprite, this two liters This a Lambo truck, this not a Beamer And I'm passin' right by, I ain't see her Why she thought that I was gonna eat her If anything after I leave her And I'm making her yell so much, damn it I had to turn up the speaker
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