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(To many whippin' in the lot, ooh Pull up in the coupe don't got no top, ooh Ooh, catch your boy he whippin' in the lot Ooh, catch your boy he...) Ooh, catch your boy he whippin' in the lot (Skrrt) Pull up in the coupe don't got no top (Vroom) I looked at my wrist it cost a lot (cost a lot) That bitch wanna fuck me on the spot (it's on the spot) Ooh, catch your boy he whippin' in the lot (Skrrt) Pull up in the coupe don't got no top (Vroom) That bitch wanna fuck me on the spot (it's on the spot) I looked at my wrist it cost a lot (cost a lot) You niggas like a fish I'm bout to fry (you niggas fake) I know you niggas lame but I am not (you know I ain't) Tell you niggas meet me at the top I know you at the bottom with the rocks Niggas tryna get up in my way Last week I told my girl she's just a faze Got different women on my phone that's every day I'm never trippin' cause that girl could get replaced Ooh, catch your boy he whippin' in the lot (Skrrt) Pull up in the coupe don't got no top (Vroom) I looked at my wrist it cost a lot (cost a lot) That bitch wanna fuck me on the spot (it's on the spot) Ooh, catch your boy he whippin' in the lot (Skrrt) Pull up in the coupe don't got no top (Vroom) That bitch wanna fuck me on the spot (it's on the spot) I looked at my wrist it cost a lot (cost a lot) Like the sun I want to shine (to shine) I was moving like some gears I had to grind (had to grind) They saw me go up now these niggas left behind I'm Stevie Wonder to them niggas like I'm blind I'm just to laid back on the niggas I'm reclined (yah) I feel like Peter Pan my nigga I'm just flyin' You niggas fake and disappear like a mirage I pull up in that thing and skrrt then I'm gone She wanna put her hands on my body She gonna drink all the nut like it's coffee She wanna ride the D like a Harley She said she wanna kick it like an ollie Ooh, catch your boy he whippin' in the lot (Skrrt) Pull up in the coupe don't got no top (Vroom) I looked at my wrist it cost a lot (cost a lot) That bitch wanna fuck me on the spot (it's on the spot) Ooh, catch your boy he whippin' in the lot (Skrrt) Pull up in the coupe don't got no top (Vroom) That bitch wanna fuck me on the spot (it's on the spot) I looked at my wrist it cost a lot (cost a lot)
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