A lot of niggas they can't stand me but that's fucking life I got played by a bitch so I do bitches trife Get the neck and beg her leave I told her get a life Hit the mall in the morning and straight fuck the price I can buy anything in the fucking set Robbin jeans with them wings I'm so fucking wet And them hemmies outside so I fucking text Man I love these freebands I need fucking checks Lost my nigga coke right before my birthday D-Lo called me on my phone and it hurt me Probly why I wear them H's on me Hermes Leave a bitch pussy wet and she thirsty Everywhere I go these niggas wanna murk me I feel blessed in these Tru's it's a church day And finnessing what I learned on my birthday And I'm gone ball on every bitch that ever hurt me All I ever fucking knew was to dog a bitch 5 bands on me bitch in my jogging fit But I'm just shopping at the mall I ain't jogging shit Probly take your main bitch and never call the bitch [Hook] I told her that I love her say she love me more Wonder if this bitch one hundred or another whore I'm gone ball on these niggas might go heavy more And I love sipping dirty cause it help me snore Neiman Marcus order sex that's what I prefer If this bitch ain't one hundred I ain't cuffing her So if you see me with that bitch I'm probly fucking her And all this ice on my body got me screaming burr burr burr! [Verse 2] Rub my tummy like for sure but I ain't got no cares Cause I always wanted ears that look like chandeliers Driving home high as hell and I be dodging deers Every day I pray to God he take away my fears Everyday I'm in the streets my momma shed tears Still hurt they took my pops for all them fucking years Really sipping out them bottles we don't fuck with beers When we pull up to the scene all you hear is cheers If the chooser in the room then I'm getting chosen Cause my diamonds they be wetter than the fucking ocean Poured a deuce off in the sprinkler add the magic potion Not an Egyptian but the buckle on my waist is golden This ain't shit this just Versace that be Truey outing Hit the club and at my clear then I get to snoring All these niggas envy us cause we the winning team I hit the mall and I can't shout and you can't get her fiend [Hook] I told her that I love her say she love me more Wonder if this bitch one hundred or another whore I'm gone ball on these niggas might go heavy more And I love sipping dirty cause it help me snore Neiman Marcus order sex that's what I prefer If this bitch ain't one hundred I ain't cuffing her So if you see me with that bitch I'm probly fucking her And all this ice on my body got me screaming burr burr burr!
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