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Ahaha, yeah (Yo, Bwser, chill) What you talking 'bout? Ayy, what you talking 'bout? Damn, what you talking 'bout? I know you hate me, I know you hate me now I know you hate me, I know you hate me now Don't be afraid of rejection Just keep slaying, ho (yeah ah ah ah ah) She want (What the f*ck you want?) woo Three hoes in my bed One of 'em gotta go instead Damn, hit me when you land All my bitches bad, they tens I'm out in New York I'm ballin' like I'm Jeremy Lin Baby girl, this Versace This is not no friends Damn, she gon' choose up 'cause she See I got them bands Your bitch, she ain't got no manners She keep reachin' in my pants Off the D'usse, I can't believe, yeah She say you don't do her Right and I mistreat her But I do, damn, what you do? Can't hotbox, you ain't got no roof I make her blow me just like a flute She got a man so she actin' prude But the bitch keep sendin' me nudes I heard your song, that shit was poop My voice make her wet like a pool She keeping texting me like "What's the move?" I'm in the sky like an eagle She gon' suck on that dick like mosquito This Don Julio, not Titos Shootin' my shot just like a freethrow Smoking loud, my niggas bustin' You know that girl but she fuckin' She don't love me but she know something Fuckin' her face, she got concussion Booty soft like a muffin In Calabasas in a mansion Thot slayer, I got hoes kissing Kill a nigga, we don't need a witness I break a record like a nigga Guinness Hella hoes so a nigga pimpin' She wanna give me all her tuition Playin' hard to get, I ain't trippin' I want your head like a barber Her body fake like a Barbie Got three hoes and my money Got bitches waitin' in the lobby That's a Range Rover, not a Pontiac Fly by like a fighter jet Your bitch with me, tell her sit back Kick her out, she don't know how to act Three hoes in my bed One of 'em gotta go instead Damn, hit me when you land All my bitches bad, they tens I'm out in New York I'm ballin' like I'm Jeremy Lin Baby girl, this Versace This is not no friends Damn, she gon' choose up 'cause she See I got them bands Your bitch, she ain't got no manners She keep reachin' in my pants Off the D'usse, I can't believe, yeah She say you don't do her Right and I mistreat her Yeah, yeah ooh, ooh, yeah, ah Yeah swish, yeah, yeah, yeah