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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Come on, I'm in a Jaguar SUV, moving through efficiently Tried to get some food up off the card, but bitch, I burnt the piece Hundred dollar Best Buy gift card, it's on the way to me Change the information on the account, this shit gon' take a week Southwest redeeming points for cards and selling cheap flights Saying that the bougie Marriott for free for three nights I know a lesbian that's bad as hell, she like to eat dikes I know a nigga that cuffed a freak bitch, cause that's what he like My girl gon' wrap the fronto in some paper, it's the king size Said she gon' stick it out through thick and thin bitch, what's your ring size? And I know a nigga that fucked a nigga, but he don't wanna admit it He ain't never even trap or scam at all, he good at ad-libbing You been lame since birth, nigga, that's probably why your dad missing I hit this bitch one time, she said her boyfriend said "it grab different" Bitch, don't try to compare me, to your ex, cause we mad different He then went to jail cause he had a stick, but he ain't have a mag in it Only time I'm finna wear my pants is with a sag in it Why the fuck can't Disney make a show without a fad in it My dog from the UK smoking cigs, bruh, that's a fag in it Lame nigga was arguing bout sports, then brought a flag in it Bloods, Crips, GDPs, that shit don't make sense to me He just got put on, he reppin' hard, this nigga 23 Stupid bitch then fell in love with dude just cause he in the streets Said he don't fuck with rats, but I guess his cool his partner fucking teens In 2023, the OG's gossip like drama queens I don't care bout your attitude, bitch, my mama mean Red Crocs, buckled em to the back, look like Lightning McQueen Thick sole, Steve Madden's, that is not the McQueens Let me get a number one, with a Sprite, dressed it with everything Tryna fuss at brunch, bitch, it's a time and place for everything She said, Cash, what do you do for fun? I said everything What you gone hit if you get your gun? Bitch, everything Telly plug, flying cheap, somewhere different every week Forgetting to post my story, bitch I can't even much keep up with me Niggas glazing he could never be no vegan cause he love to beef I know a shooter that don't got no bread at all, but he love to be Come on, yeah, yeah, come on Y'all heard what nigga said, nigga said He say he don't fuck rats, he don't care, his partner fucking teens
Writer(s): Ashton Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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