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Oh brother, this guy stinks La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la, la Yeah, uh, check I'm in the lead, top priority (yeah) F*ck with a G, now you finna see (yeah) Flip over the bed, all you really sleep (yeah) You made a year what I made a week Yes, I got motion, run out of motion, I go get more den She like the way I smell 'cause the YSL potent She got a little jealous when she heard who I was strokin' My last girlfriend ain't got nothin' on your throat, friend Go off, the way she f*ck, she such a show-off (yeah) And I don't ever ask when it's time to take her clothes off (yeah) She like to let it breathe She don't like to wear no drawers (yeah) And when she get depressed, treat my dick like Zoloft (yeah) You f*ck with the fuckin' best You fuckin the fuckin' best I shoot with protection on but with you I don't need no vest I aim for the fuckin' face I aim for the fuckin' chest She say she make swimwear That pussy make me invest Praying for a genie rub Praying to the stars above I just wanna fall in love I just wanna fall in love Wishing for a four-leaf clove Praying you're the pot of gold Loving you is all I know Loving you is all I know (They on my dick) La-la-la (shit) La-la-la (they on my dick) La-la-la, la (shit) Post album could get you dead Gotta keep it goin', gotta get ahead Hotel room always got two beds One for me and one for my bread This the new bap that take you way back (yeah) Giving no slack, my bed is on stacks (yeah) Don't sleep, I got to get my bag on Oops, I forgot to turn my swag on Venue house, slaughter killer Flow so cold it's icey, shiver Punch your jaw, body shot, liver Baddies weak for Brae, huh, quiver Let me get down to the brass tax I'm final boss, no printer all fax You stepped into a disaster You doomed better pray to the pastor Praying for a genie rub Praying to the stars above I just wanna fall in love I just wanna fall in love Wishing for a four-leaf clove Praying you're the pot of gold Loving you is all I know Loving you is all I know (They on my dick) La-la-la (shit) La-la-la (they on my dick) La-la-la, la (shit) I step in like a X-Man Make her come back like I'm her ex-man If she don't make me feel good, well, here's the exit If she make me feel good, we can co-exist F*ck her make her go home, no co-ed shit Niggas be coming with all bull, I'm a matador Say they want my soul, I swing the cape dodging devil horns Used to never want to press play, here's a metaphor Now your boy clicks on my dick like he watching porn I fucked up after being fucked up Four leaf clover got stepped on tough luck 'Nuff said I'm a diamond in the rough nuck buck But I'm a good franchise ad-libs, yup, yup In my white tee, she claiming that she wifey (yup) I'm saying what's your sign? 'Cause your pussy smell like Pisces yup, yup Or like a pescatarian I'm killing and I'm burying (yup) I treat a rapper beat like a baby I be carryin'