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I'm still sippin on lean, lean Codeine what im drinking She got good pussy, i dont even mean it Im in that benz, no this not a beamer I count too much money, my fingers bleeding Don't front me a bag, i do not need it I make about ten racks every weekend They saying its hot, but im still outside Im outta town with that Glock on my side Im fucking my bitch with a bitch, she bi Got two cellphones, but they both keep dying Im in the A, the Amsterdam Smoking on gas, getting high with my friends I already fucked three hoes this evening She hittin me up, wanna do it again I gotta show in about a hour She tryna suck my dick in the shower Sippin' on lean when the wine is sour Im calling shots, ima god, i got power Im in the UK riding with them choppas Them niggas ain't on shit, they don't want problems We too rich, man i think thats the problem We dont give a fuck where its at, we gon' solve it Yeah, these niggas they thought I was sweet These niggas they thought i was sweet These niggas they thought i was sweet These niggas they thought i was sweet Yeah, these niggas they thought i was sweet These niggas they thought i was sweet These niggas they thought i was sweet These niggas they thought i was sweet Yeah I'm still sippin on lean, lean Codeine what im drinking She got good pussy, i dont even mean it Im in that benz, no this not a beamer I count too much money, my fingers bleeding Don't front me a bag, i do not need it I make about ten racks every weekend They saying its hot, but im still outside Im outta town with that Glock on my side Im fucking my bitch with a bitch, she bi Got two cellphones, but they both keep dying Im in the A, the Amsterdam Smoking on gas, getting high with my friends I already fucked three hoes this evening She hittin me up, wanna do it again Pew Pull up in a luxury car She wanna fuck, ima superstar She wanna feel me in her body I put the IV in my body Too many sticks on us, dont try it Im smoking on gas and counting up broccoli Im rolling hot like wheels Got a hunnid on me like Wilt Thats ya girl, but i can't even tell Her ass fat, but i know it ain't real Take ya jewelry back, boy that ain't real Im in Hollywood, Florida, im chillin Yeah, I cannot fuck with niggas, i gotta keep my distance Yeah, she can't control her liquor she feeling dizzy and sick I might redo her body, she mid I glew her up like a [?] I glew her up like a [?] I glew her up like a [?] Minding my business, pushing through traffic, pouring up drank, and switching through lanes He gotta tattoo on his face, you ain't scaring nobody, get hit with that flame Im tryna cash out with my niggas But my niggas wanna go rob a bank She couldn't believe i was rich, aye She couldn't believe i was him, yay Off-white shoes, these not Kanye Gotta mask on my face feeling like Kanye Yeah, how many hoes i hit today How many niggas just died today Just popped two pinks now im flying away Gotta pint in my carry on, not the suitcase Im walking on water, my diamonds skate Im smoking in gas the whole yard stanking Got 20 racks on me right now, come take it I kidnapped his bitch, that lil hoe taken Im rolling hot like wheels Got a hunnid on me like Wilt Thats ya girl, but i can't even tell Her ass fat, but i know it ain't real Take ya jewelry back, boy that ain't real Im in Hollywood, Florida, im chillin Yeah, I cannot fuck with niggas, i gotta keep my distance Minding my business, pushing through traffic, pouring up drank, and switching through lanes He gotta tattoo on his face, you ain't scaring nobody, get hit with that flame Im tryna cash out with my niggas But my niggas wanna go rob a bank She couldn't believe i was rich, aye She couldn't believe i was him, yay
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