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Opinions don't pay the bills, so it's f*ck them forever Eyeballing the Wockhardt, no need to measure No room for errors, left wrist a treasure Bout the beef, a nigga down for whatever Hot out the oven, I'm letting it fizzle Leaving these f*ck niggas angry and bitter Might cop me a Fisker, I'm really a dripper .45 on me, Donovan Mitchell These niggas some bitches they really be jumping I'm fucking her good I'm making her cumming I'm Drop a dub on clothes, it's nothing Cutthroat for real, I still hold on to grudges I Can't complain, dressed like the Beatles, my boots are Bottega IG model broad she sucking going crazy Now and Later Dirty Code Red soda got me trippy You paid for pussy, it's crazy, niggas so tricky Didn't even f*ck yet, and she already clingy Hating ass bitches, Timmy Turner, Vicky Purple Jeans loose for the strap, it's pleated She gave head with teeth, told her to beat it Big titty bitch put a zip in her cleavage All I need is my drugs and money, it's my reliever Opinions don't pay the bills, so it's f*ck them forever Eyeballing the Wockhardt, no need to measure No room for errors, left wrist a treasure Bout the beef, a nigga down for whatever Hot out the oven, I'm letting it fizzle Leaving these f*ck niggas and bitches angry and bitter Might cop me a Fisker, I'm really a dripper .45 on me, Donovan Mitchell
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