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hey
hey
skrrt
w-w-whoa
skeet
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hey
hey
skrrt
w-w-whoa
patek on my bitch
then i put two titties on my stick
i don't wanna hit her
pass her
an assist
i drop my top
the coupe
the sun hit off my wrist
i been drippin'
ain't no slippin' in my pimpin'
and i pop my rock
rich butt-whoop in the kitchen
i put forgis on my bentley
up my inches
my bitch
she only want a birkin to match her interest
time to get up my bag and get on a mission
niggas be goin' out sav'
we handle the business
get your bitch
she winkin' eyes and blowin' kisses
i keep fire
the glock a.40 with a biscuit
got tunnel vision
i done stacked my money up
i'm goin' up on my wealth
did it with my gang so i can't go to top myself
you can smell gelati and biscotti on my breath
shawty wanna dive in my water
michael phelps
i got stripes
i'm a ref
double d up on my belt
drugs on the sheld
codeine
cocaine and mf
whole hundred thousand in my pocket
i can't stop
drippin' on these bitches
it's a problem
need some help
i been dreamin'
diamonds made these bitches eat the semen
fiendin'
i keep god with me
watch the demons
leanin'
codeine in my blood and it's streamin'
genie
you get three wishes
where the green at?
yeah
whippin' in the kitchen like it's porridge
and i'ma eat that pussy
i ain't borin'
pussy
i ain't borin'
chanel up on your feet and i adore it
and i got you feelin' so important
feelin' so important
whippin' at the coke until the mornin'
whippin' at the coke until we all rich
all rich
lamborghini aventador or the urus?
yeah
yeah
yeah
ain't even sorry
yeah
ain't even sorry
yeah
whippin' in the kitchen like it's porridge
and i'ma eat that pussy
i ain't borin'
pussy
i ain't borin'
chanel up on your feet and i adore it
and i got you feelin' so important
feelin' so important
whippin' at the coke until the mornin'
whippin' at the coke until we all rich
all rich
lamborghini aventador or the urus?
yeah
yeah
yeah
ain't even sorry
yeah
ain't even sorry
gaze at my jewels
js are my jewels
38
that's my tool
we don't aim for the rood
bando baby 29
you'll die right here
this is somethin' you see every light-light year
yeah
bando
hmm
nigga tryna do his research like it's recess and he randall
when we ride out
we in camo
mm
mm
mm
mm
murder's a subject that we can handle
darlin'
can i get a taste?
eat your pussy for lunch and i'll shoot your boyfriend in the face
let's go paris for the weekend
darlin'
i can keep a secret
yo
i sipped lean last night
i couldn't sleep last night
too much on my mind
i couldn't dream last night
i go paris
i'ma need tonight
she a capricorn
she's with me tonight
girl
you're a bad habit
spend thousands and i don't panic
eat her pussy with no teeth
i leave no damage
she just said
celine me