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Yeah yeah Woah woah yeah yeah In my prime, in my prime woah We gon rhyme, we gon rhyme at my, yeah At my prime, we gon rhyme We gon woah, woah woah Ayy, she get an A she virgo I get some P cause I'm special I put the D in widow She get a C for cripple The past was shitty, smelly and faecal Buh now we lit check your vevo Can't find my exes these days Guess they back in the lake So it's safe when I call my Nemo's It's legal It's been a minute for real Taking it easy man I'd lost myself And them stupid reels don't heal You can't chase bag and a bitch Who said It really just need some skill Some niggas ain't cut out for it Ain't built for shit Nothing going on up in here Let's get it Yeah yeah yeah I'm talking the bag Man's on lag It's a pity Habari and a hug She one with the gang Plus she pretty, yeah I look like a milli, I'm twins with a billi He big sister called T for tities At my P At my prime We gon rhyme, we gon rhyme Let we weep, let em skip Tip their hats When we shine We gon nine, f*ck the lines F*ck the dimes, f*ck the shrines At my P, in my prime We gon, we gon prime I been Been standing on business from my foetus scan Been stressing the gods like Adidas done Treat my replacement like he my son Girl I ain't stupid I knew I was the rebound Buh you solid for being a fan He shot his shot buh he had a gun Don't play with niggas of mutima clan David my man you too desperate Straight up its giving peasant Your skinny lil crush way so into that clout shit Straight up she think she Kardashian Put in she said it in Russian Pull out I felt like a martian Q involved its a whole no no fractions Q involved brace your soul James Bond action Look, I could stand a BBL What I can't stand is BBM All I wanted for me was fame And I wanted a bitch with game I compared myself a lot with so many niggas No need for they names It birthed in me this shame and rage Cause I wanted to have the same If I were my mama I get me cane Wag my ass till I see that I'm my own gem Man's re-stood on the business Felt the transcendence, holy shit Like a bitch I'm in love with the pain Life's a bitch so you gotta have aim I'd rather not lose and go out insane I need me those custom made chains Let's get it Yeah yeah yeah I'm talking the bag Man's on lag It's a pity Habari and a hug She one with the gang Plus she pretty, yeah I look like a milli, I'm twins with a billi He big sister called T for tities At my P At my prime We gon rhyme, we gon rhyme Let we weep, let em skip Tip their hats When we shine We gon nine, f*ck the lines F*ck the dimes, f*ck the shrines At my P, in my prime We gon, we gon prime Woah yeah yeah In my prime