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I've been movin' cold, Canada Goose Two Maggies on my rider, personal use So faded we don't care 'bout how you feel Darling says she's a snack, but it's a meal. It's a lot, it's a lot, faded, it's a lot I might miss the drop, runnin' to the gwop It's a lot, it's a lot I. don't fuck with opps I. runaround with some thots I. know it's a lot, I. (Oou)! Yeah she wants man, yeah she want gang Yeah she want lifestyle, money in the bank Beat all day so bedroom stank Magic with the D darling, ain't no prank Cutthroat n*gga don't need no shank Fuck your opinion don't need no rank Fuckin' your bitch, don't need no wank I don't need no dank, I'm wavy How come nuff' of these man come baby Knee deep in shit when I lived in the sauce, I was praying to the Lord come save me. Yeezus, cause my lifestyle crazy Two landlords both try play me I need a peng ting just like Jorja, Cause I been seein' blue lights since a baby. Aye fuck n*gga where's your spine? Thought it was your time You'll be okay, yeah, go get your shine But back to the real I been around more teefs than a grill I been around more wolves than riding hood, Ting say she waan come drill. So now I'm moving different, 2 up with my bro Grant and Phill Now money haffi mek, not too long ago man was working the till Smoke man like Wiz Khalifa, Black and yellow I'm killing Bill. Turn into an alcoholic, piss and break the seal Yeah, I'm pissing on them still. I've been movin' cold, Canada Goose Two Maggies on my rider, personal use. So faded we don't care 'bout how you feel Darling says she's a snack, but it's a meal. It's a lot, it's a lot, faded, it's a lot I might miss the drop, runnin' to the gwop It's a lot, it's a lot I. don't fuck with opps I. runaround with some thots I. know it's a lot, I. Plotting on p's all day Give a dog a bone, I'm no stray Don't play with fire, cause the heat don't play Ouu, I. plotting on p's all day Give a dog a bone, I'm no stray Don't play with fire cause the heat don't play. Playboy my occupation, I ain't into conversation Might need a reservation, you wanting this you get in line She wants a home invasion I'm talking back door back door The typa back you can't ignore Wavey baby off shore, Oou! Bankroll baby, push Mercedes Give me top like she got rabies Jimmy Jimmy, please no babies Don't mistake it I'm a man Oou, don't forget the ladies, oou No you can't forget the ladies. Yeah gone in a minute, gone in a minute Pushing the pedal like what is the limit? I hit it once then I'm back to the digits I don't do shade, I don't do shade, but if I do my ones are tinted Trust nobody I'm done with the gimmicks I don't trust shit, I guess I'm a cynic that's why I move. Oou! I've been movin' cold, Canada Goose Two Maggies on my rider, personal use So faded we don't care 'bout how you feel Darling says she's a snack, but it's a meal It's a lot, it's a lot, faded, it's a lot I might miss the drop, runnin' to the gwop It's a lot, it's a lot I. don't fuck with opps I. runaround with some thots I. know it's a lot, I.
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