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Clips on clips, just like a montage Bet that when I wet her, she gon' bet for it Like Santa Claus Painting walls with the off-white No Virgil, left the bitch purple choke her on sight Lower the blonde lights This CTO Way too sunny, I'm funny with the running jokes Low-key, I get your honey stoked She low-key like a dick sleeve Choking on my meat and repeat I don't let the bitch breathe, never let the beat breathe One second thought, keep it alive Who got the shit, I leave them all surprised Open your closed eyes Sleeping not even a peep out of your mouth Lil' bitch, I'm creeping in your house Speaking about the mouse, finna sneak into her blouse Never doubting the kid again Just wait for my improvement while you do a listen again Rewind that shit back to the start or depart it Think you beat me, you retarded I'm low-key the best Don't even bother getting Competition started, I'm off it