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Waiting at home plate telling hoes slide Niggas press back when you show them the iron Get on track and black like Kodak Only trust gang these hoes be lying Niggas in the street like traffic Can’t stop now too active She can’t t be mine too savage A bitch getting rich off lashes If her bar lit, you can’t tell that broad shit Mixing light and dark yeah That’s gone make you nauseous We just f*ck bitch we don’t talk This kind of vibe don’t die Disrespect gang then it’s beyond us Niggas can’t save your life Walk in any spot like I run it Got it right cuz I failed a lot Streams looking like cellphone numbers Jeans Amiri these cost a lot New Chanel on my bitch cuz she big on it I got dollars to spend cuz she spit on it She eyeing my diamonds they lit up What’s your name bitch I’m buying you dinner Designer purses All you see is designer in person We touching chicken no churches Amiri my sweater she cry on my shoulder But dying to eat, cry in Philippe’s The girl of your dreams sleep right with me Bitch can’t sing for shit but she gone hit those highs for me If her bar lit, you can’t tell that broad shit Mixing light and dark yeah That’s gone make you nauseous Ahh shit Waiting at home plate telling hoes slide Niggas press back when you show them the iron Get on track and black like kodak Only trust gang these hoes be lying Niggas in the street like traffic Can’t stop now too active She can’t be mine too savage A bitch getting rich off lashes If her bar lit, you can’t tell that broad shit Mixing light and dark yeah That's gone make you nauseous We just f*ck bitch we don’t talk This kind of vibe don’t die Disrespect gang then it’s beyond us Niggas can’t save your life