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I got a restraining order on her, fat ass too Wait, wait, you got a restraining order on a little girl named Baby D You don't know Baby D You don't know, that's why you're looking at me, cause you don't know Baby D Her fat ass be snoring and don't even be asleep, just standing Fat little cupcakes and shit This fat bitch know about all the new snacks before they even hit the street Alright It's PM I said it's PM I remember at LSU, I had that class at locket Now I secured the bag, I'm stuffing old heads in my pocket I'm plugged in, got a lot of energy, but I don't got no socket Early morning, 7am, f*ck it, I'm do some jogging Yeah, I'm finna burn some calories A lot of niggas full of green, but they ain't got no salary Baby saw the bigger picture, I'ma buy some gallery I'm finally happy, family smiling, but you mad at me Well, I could care less, cop a P shop with me But not the one that take the F out philosophy And I'ma use that F to say, f*ck whoever doubted me I do this shit without no staff, ain't need no faculty Oops, I did the glitch too fast, made the router freeze How you drew the nine? Well, and still you, miss by a breeze? You ain't even hit the little bitch, but talking bout a tease Damn, that shit beyond me I'm bout to roll up hold up, think I might be feeling sick But not that type of sick that'll have you in a casket Talking that type of sick you feel when you make a bag flip I told her, start at the top, but this ain't the last rip I tried that love shit again for the last time But I don't keep a lot of bitches Mama ain't raised on hoes Plus, if she don't understand credit, I ain't hard no more Just trying to make bigger moves, nigga, Fi-Fi-Fo I ate my sister food and did the dash Now I'm feeling wicked I was parked 10 minutes at the bank, still left with a ticket And I ain't going in no circles, buy no paper, I'll tell you spend it Went on shopping spree in Houston, cause we both finally winning I put up with a lot of bullshit, but I reached my limit Having a bunch of houses, cool, but I want a bunch of tenants I'm just trying to ball don't need the racket, I ain't playing tennis I always got the time to pray, cause I know that I can't stop sinning
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