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I just gained another W, who you speakin' to Whip it up and cook , inside the Stu , got the heat on you Breakin' bad, feel like a druggie too, I watch it fall on you Money floodin', flowin' through the room, roll like bout one or two Balenciaga, Prada, Fendi, ooh, I'm tryna fill the room Cop a whip, or get a brick or two, I'm in a liquor mood Know these new borns, not as lit as you, uh-huh, I figure too Do my dance on top a brand new coupe, we in the panic room Icky mood, I'm in a sticky mood, I feel like Vicky too Visual with no residual, how they resistin' you Get a bag, but then I give a bag, but who'd I give it to Flip a stack like bout a hundred racks, it got me tippin' too I be on my vintage, yall really can't invent this I'm kinda like a trinket, designer like to drip in As the timer gets to ticking Still the one they always pickin I'm the waffles and the chicken, bitch, I'm fiendin' for a vixen Like what? Like, huh? Like, what Bitch, they don't really get my vision, shoot my shot with pure precision Guaranteed, I'm never mixin', gotta fixture for this fishin Old school, ass whippin', got the crystal glass Children Im a psychic path chillin Six dots on head, krillin ', I'm destructo disk, curlin I got magic money, Merlin, temples from Miss Shirley You ready for the whirly, I can get those piggies curlin And word to my jeweler, ain't no gold that could ever be purer Just need my heart out the motherfuckin' cooler bitch You can never ever fool her, plenty wise Just a clown in a dirty sewer, You fuckin' Pennywise Plenty times, fuckin' plenty times I had to exercise Put it on my chest, I wear it extra size No athlete , but that pussy, I can exercise Executive, pullin' up, killin' bars its homicide My jackel eye, they see the flame I lite , ain't hidin On the disguise, cry for a nigga, cause they bout to die a hearse , they been inside, don't share my business, now I get real out of line, they'll air it out, because it's business now , I'm sorry, it's on sight, lil , mama's in my sight Lovin' every different type, got clouds in here like Skype How you know the chat is live How you know the Zaza fly How you scared but down to ride Bitch, I've been blowin' TNT, this shit is dynamite
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