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Yeah, heavily influenced Car going faster than Mexican music Don't like to brag, but I'm better than you Got a Glock in his hand, but he never gon' use it I got gold in my mouth like I'm bred up in Houston I be flexing with moves that the wrestlers do Wrist in the pot like I'm prepping the food I spent 863 on a Vetements boot Whip that I copped, color tiramisu Plus the cup like the sky, Nigga very polluted Told her I'll fly you wherever you choose Pick you up with them guys that be dressed like a funeral Huh, this is not the usual Please watch the floor when you step in the room Car full of horses, equestrian too I got God and my Torah, I'm very in tune Vibe isn't boring, she's wet in the mood Like five in the morning, I'll send her to you Higher than Horus, ascend to the moon I be driving the Porsche, running reds like a hooligan My heart is dark as a Nubian Walk in the party, I'm sparking a doobie Glad I got rich at this part of the movie Brick after brick, it get harder to move me Think I should partner with Tubi Back of the Bach with my dog like Scooby I feel lethargic and droopy Got bro sipping lean like a tropical smoothie Don't bring your thot if she's choosing I'll fly her out, take her shopping in Gucci I drop her off, now she bougie That ain't your bitch, but according to you Niggas is pressed, thinking I'm selling 'em fet But I really got rich from recording the truth Wide-body 'Vette and the engine upset I be scraping the wheel like a fork and a spoon He getting pressed, then we send him a text Then you find what's next, they report on the news Nothing important to do But I wake up each day in a corporate suit
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