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Wake up, pour up, pop a Percy Woke up in the morning and I started sipping dirty H on bags, and wrists, and fits, this shit it stand for Hermes Hit the blunt I light this gas on fire, my lungs are burning Wake up in the in the morning, thank god for this fucking life Huncho jack, gold jet ski, Dubai, I see eye 2 eye Cooking crack, I'm baked with no pie, I've been serving white Sp5der, H!Ts on hits we all fly, slick, V and fly I don't want no A.P. I just want my baby My neck almost icy, but they just need to pay me I been working lately, to give my momma safety Staines on my white tee, true colors in amiri She just wanna date me, like A$AP Rocky RiRi Counting all this money don't mean much they need to feel me Yeah I trapped that lean but never worn no fucking white tee Took a trip Miami, shooting shots I bring the real heat Wake up in the morning pour a 4 get the lean and sprite Popping Percocets so I can fly, counting checks then die Thugging this shit out, cause I don't cry I can't even lie Know me fly saucy brothers, we see eye 2 eye Wake up, pour up, pop a Percy Woke up in the morning and I started sipping dirty H on bags, and wrists, and fits, this shit it stand for Hermes Hit the blunt I light this gas on fire, my lungs are burning Wake up in the in the morning, thank god for this fucking life Huncho jack, gold jet ski, Dubai, I see eye 2 eye Cooking crack, I'm baked with no pie, I've been serving white Sp5der, H!Ts on hits we all fly, slick, V and fly Your gang throwing throwing up sets and guns TLS getting them checks and funds Hardrock told you I'm 1 of 1 Wake up, pray to the one above Say my grace, I've made my grace She take drugs, Lanvin laced Bottega boots, LV Skates This bitch got expensive taste The jeans I wear got tears, not tears Je prefere my sweats mohair This KAPITAL denim, my jeans is flared In Paris, baguettes on my teeth and her Say my grace, I've made my place Diamonds skate, gleaming face Ask that bitch how my semen taste Hellcat, red eye, demon, race Mama V gave me a bible said you boys too carefree Really need to make it so we write perform and serve lean Got white tee from age thirteen I been trapping early We gon make it all the way and you don't need to tell me Watch her drop down to the floor TLS came a long way from the stove Which girl is wanting me more They fighting, for the hunnids or the flow Doing this shit with my bros, wake up Your hoe don't want you more She twirling, freaking for the migos She hitting us up for a four Wake up, pour up, pop a Percy Woke up in the morning and I started sipping dirty H on bags, and wrists, and fits, this shit it stand for Hermes Hit the blunt I light this gas on fire, my lungs are burning
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