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Anyway Whole gang we on the field running plays What she drive? Where she hang? Where she stay? Who she fuckin? Where she from? What's her thing? But anyway I like bags, I like thousand dollar steaks I ain't tryna kick it Hoes saying they outside but I cant find them bitches I'm at the Diamond District Goin crazy in Miami I got bad intentions Bring my bottles with no sparklers, I don't like attention I'm gon run into them bitches I don't like to mention GIA certified these diamond different Time is money, if he wasting it he moving different Ain't running round in circles but I'm used to spinning I catch a hundred fuckin flights before I catch a feeling, dummy Anyway Whole gang we on the field running plays What she drive? Where she hang? Where she stay? Who she fuckin? Where she from? What's her thing? But anyway I like bags, I like thousand dollar steaks I ain't tryna kick it Hoes saying they outside but I cant find them bitches I cannot compete with these bitches who don't have a home This ain't that, no nigga ain't got no business blowing up my phone You like fuckin on them broke Niggas I guess to each it's own Anyway Fine China everywhere they thought I had a clone Anyway,Hoes saying they outside but I can't find them bitches Anyway,Hoes saying they outside but I can't find them bitches Anyway Whole gang we on the field running plays What she drive? Where she hang? Where she stay? Who she fuckin? Where she from? What's her thing? But anyway I like bags, I like thousand dollar steaks I ain't tryna kick it Hoes saying they outside but I cant find them bitches
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