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Had to stop making excuses Left that hoe alone then I fell in love with music We be ballin like we hooping Balmain on the denim we discontinued them Trueys Im exclusive bitch I know I done changed the game Forgiatos on the G Im gone raise the Range Dress like skaters but we low keep it at waist X him out thats on folk I don't be with fakes Preme drip with the Raf She gone bust it if you got the bag Niggas really stressed since I dropped that track Brillo Pad I spit straight facts and make straight racks These niggas really mad Im money racing no relations Hoes pretending ass Im Seventeen with Seven Vs Im really in my bag He want Race thats okay, My car really fast (Vroom) Im bout Cake Thats a loot Skrting in the Jag He talk cray gone toupee Mob might kill his ass Im okay just today I done hit for bands Niggas fake hoes is too that shit really sad Its okay I'm the great and I'm winning man Off-White with the ice Preme all in my closet This that new tg! Play it aint no pausin' Money aint a thing Hit up Saks for shopping Big bag on the constant Got no time for nonsense Had to stop making excuses Left that hoe alone then I fell in love with music We be ballin like we hooping Balmain on the denim we discontinued them Trueys Im exclusive bitch I know I done changed the game Forgiatos on the G Im gone raise the Range Dress like skaters but we low keep it at waist X him out thats on folk I don't be with fakes This that Mob shit!
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