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Back up, back up, uh-huh Back up, back up, uh-huh She must, want to f*ck, uh-huh Back up, back up, uh-huh Get your money, get your dollars, get your bags up, uh Dude be runnin' for these mothers, he gon' bag them up Just like pop, just like rap, I'm gon' let her top Block that bitch, off my phone, now I'm better off Blockin' that bitch up on my phone, I'm puttin' diamonds on my wrist I got that bitch like Home Alone, I got Christmas, it gon' glisten Yellow diamonds like it's piss Everybody hating on me but I know that I ain't Chris Poppin' pills just like they zits, pills I'm finna mix Fuckin' on your sister, she used to f*ck up with Winx Baby wanna ride, wanna glide, wanna link In her walls I am inside, she gon' drip like a sink She give brain cause she can't think Lean in the cup, I'm finna drink, bitch, I'm on a binge Baby and me close together like boxing, a clinch Pockets is fatter, they stacking, yeah I'm looking, Bing Just like Zelda, I'ma link with her, yeah she is my thing Back up, back up, uh-huh Back up, back up, uh-huh She must, want to f*ck, uh-huh Back up, back up, uh-huh Get your money, get your dollars, get your bags up, uh Dude be runnin' for these mothers, he gon' bag them up Just like pop, just like rap, I'm gon' let her top Block that bitch, off my phone, now I'm better off I be slidin' through the night like I'm Batman, uh Big villa with attitude I got bad manners Shorty throating me, she sounding just like Scatman, uh Disappear after we f*ck, wizard, bad mana She wanna take a lil' hunnid, had to fucking let her Twenty-six, up in your body like you with some letters I put green up in my body but it's not no lettuce Forty poke you, bullets acting like a cactus Makin' the moves, Magnus, tester Playing madden Cookin' on the stove, no I ain't cook in campers, Heisenberg I'ma teach her everything, she got somethin' to learn Back up, back up, uh-huh Back up, back up, uh-huh She must, want to f*ck, uh-huh Back up, back up, uh-huh Get your money, get your dollars, get your bags up, uh Dude be runnin' for these mothers, he gon' bag them up Just like pop, just like rap, I'm gon' let her top Block that bitch, off my phone, now I'm better off
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