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Okay ya did it, okay ya did it They way you mixed this cup I damn near lifted Told me give it up told that bitch you trippin I keep on sippin I keep on sippin And sippin I'm gun gripping I'm kshubi dripping Im drippin I told that bitch don't want the tea, I just poured up in Lipton Foreign bitch, stay at the Hilton, London Tipton Don't even ask her what's her name, just call her Paris Hilton I'm black on black, the helmet lang & sleep in true religion I fucked a bitch and made her sang, then switch her new edition She hit my phone and said I'm strange, but I ain't even trippin But I ain't even trippin She hit my phone and said I'm strange, but I ain't even trippin I ain't trippin' at all I got family to feed, I got jays by my crib Just to go back what you said, yes, it's strange how I live I pour up like everyday, I just bought another seal But this shit ain't that freewheel, I done watched that boy get killed I done watched some shit get spilled, so don't talk about shit for real You can't tell me what's the deal, you can't tell me how to live I done sat inside that cell for shit I did and I ain't squeal Boy I can't tell nothin', boy I can't tell nothin She see my bag goin' up, she want Chanel stuff He said he want that shit this week, I'm tryna mail some That weed so loud, our COVID mask can't even smell nothin You can take that shit around the world, but your ass can do Pharell numbers We can perpetrate, but this the real shit I pour up real cups, this bitch got mule kick We cashin' out on everything, but we don't steal shit Unless I steal your bitch, boy that's my favorite shit That shit like a magic trick Just bought some coin and still sippin' wok, you know I had to mix I pour this shit in a Minute Maid, this shit here look like Trish Okay, you did it, okay, you did it The way you mix this cup, i damn near lifted Told me give it up, told that bitch you trippin I keep on sippin', I keep on sippin', I'm sippin I'm gun grippin', I'm Ksubi drippin', I'm drippin I told that bitch don't want the tea, I just poured up in Lipton Foreign bitch, stay at the Hilton, London Tipton Don't even ask her what's her name, just call her Paris, it's him I black on black, the helmet lang', and sleep in true religion I fucked a bitch and made her sang & switch her new edition She hit my phone and said I'm strange, but I ain't even trippin But I ain't even trippin I ain't even trippin I ain't even trippin I ain't even trippin

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