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Cruising down I-80
Feeling like a saint
She call me after every night
I never hear complaints
Your bitch pussy on the menu
Boutta lick my plate
And the whole squad ballin
Man I can't even complain
Can't hear you fuckers talking
I got money on my mental
Laughing at you dudes putting bitches in a rental
F*ck her in that b and b
That bitch won't call you back
Forget about the pussy till it's money that you stack
Aye
Boutta pop, Bakugan
Watch your step, moccasins
Save the talk and meet me in the ring or in the octagon
I'm in the paint, Olajuwon
Fidelity fades, I'm one of one
My money makes money honey
Where's the bag you wanted from
Aye
Just told the beat to wait
T back to business
Pretty bitches, Mary Jane
Working 'round the clock
Sleeping to the beats I slay
Ain't even reach my hay day already feel like a great
Atheist meets Satanist meets sapient Homo sapien
My newest bitch is radiant
My old bitches the craziest
Fucking different races, all my bitches miscellaneous
New coup feel like a spaceship
When I'm whipping 'round that 8 speed
That 8 speed
That 8 speed
You rappers can't replace me
If you want a beat
Get on your knees and fucking say please
New outfit 100 degrees
I'm fly year-round like evergreen
My bitch high year-round, hella trees
F*ck with T meet cavalry
Ahahaha
Cruising down I-80
Feeling like a saint
She call me after every night
I never hear complaints
Your bitch pussy on the menu
Boutta like my plate
And the whole squad ballin
Man I can't even complain
Can't even feel the floor
I float with loafers on my feet
Can't even feel her face
Girl why you snort that shit 'round me
Can't remember what the ground was like
Can you please remind me
I got rid of some things
Somehow that made me feel complete
Aye
Boutta pop, Bakugan
Watch your step, moccasins
Save the talk and meet me in the motherfucking octagon
I'm in the paint, Olajuwon
Fidelity fades, I'm one of one
My money makes money honey
Where's the bag you wanted from
Aye
Just told the beat to wait
T back to business
Pretty bitches, Mary Jane
Working 'round the clock
Sleeping to the beats I slay
Ain't even reach my hay day already feel like a great