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(C) We don’t talk about money- get up Nd go it Up with blicky if niggas get shifty In the shoe store and need me like 50 Dumping them loads we be flooding the city Don’t gotta flirt- cuz she know that she pretty Blowing her back - get her singing Whitney She want deeper- I’m fucking her kidneys Stacking my money- till I reach a milly All of my ice -got me colder than winter They stay clutching heat- why need me a heater He stay talking shit- tryna flex for feature Put 2 in his head- left that boy with amnesia Keep that thang on me- need it past December Dressed all in red- bitch call me the ember Making them heat niggas gonna remember Loud like a Leo but born in September (V2) 3 chains- keep em tight on my neck Vamp bitch- she be suckin the best Get backs- we don’t play disrespect Speak now- or forever go rest Pray to GOD- nd I hope that he hear me I Gotta make sure that these serpents don’t get me Don’t got a Eve- but that fruit still look tempting Deep in her eden I’m going relentless Latin chick- speaking angelic things Music legend- Ppl singing my hymns Bossed up- people calling me king King Saturn- I just came for my rings outta time- I feel like the myans Ain’t from this planet- my thoughts on Orion Murder a beat and I get charged with arson Dark purple nugs- keep me up with Martins