Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes, I could go
Tell all your brides
***, I got the injury
She got it black
I'm smoking a hole
July to July
In the nighttime
She back to the body
Let me tell her
Hot, hot, hot
Mother***ing feelings
I feel it hot
I'm a lifestyle genius
Can't clap, can't smile
Got so many hoes
These are little lies
Boy, I got G's
Rebellion like
I have the rest of it
But these *** is so
I was getting ready
For my unfit
But I go hard
It ain't hoes
For the fifth time
Like a car
They did this for the sixth time
I'm still going
My man, I felt
We can even hit your girl
I do it suicide
Bitch, it's for dollars
They said it was
Do it, lie to me
Try to hit it
But with it
You know the problem
Yeah, I'm on the league
It ain't no got no value
Bitch, I need money
Till I eat it up
She said we up
And we been hit up
She swallowed me
Damn, I just spent a whole year
Black cut, man
You keep on
I ain't no waste
Girl, if that *** she go
So fold your paper
I'll make it
Fold your paper
Yeah, cause she make her ready
Yeah, I'm on the road
And I'm for race
Bitch, quit
I'm beside you
Beside you
I'm on the zone
Since I smoke and hide it
Bitch, I just wanna take a shot
We're in the league
Bigger paparazzi
Yeah, bitch, we live
In the fires and the party
Yeah, bitch, we live
In the chat
We poppin'
Yes, I could kill you
Girl, I'm on the right
***, I got the energy
Bitch, you got it ready
I'm smoking all week
So I don't you lie
You're late
So I don't ***
Right through the body
Look at your head
Thank you
I look at you for years
I still don't have it
I'm relaxed
I'm in the race
Don't clap me
Cause I got so many hoes
And some in the right
I got cheese
I'm feeling like posh
I got the rest of it
Really ***
So I was scared
When I'm on the road
Remember, I gon' hold it
Get home for the fifth time
Like a car
You did this for the sixth time
Mr. Roller
Come on, man
I felt wicked
Then I hit your door
I did a suicide
Bitch, you forgot me
They said we must do it
That's when we started
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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