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Yeah, Yeah Heartagram who? what 2024, yeah My year You a bad bitch, lil mama, you get everything you want He told you, he be making money, truth is, he really don't He told you he'd be scaring niggas, truth is, he really don't He told the gram that he was up and paid, but he really won't Lights on, but nobody home, I can tell bae If you come, I can't leave you alone, I won't tell bae You got a nigga, I don't never care, I won't tell bae I want a double RR, Audi, and I want a jailbreak Yeah, she pretty, but she from another city, where you from She tryna fuck me out my money, but lil' mama, I'm not dumb I only trick on bad bitches, I don't think that you the one Yes, I'm just tryna fuck, and after that, I gotta run I can take you to the mall, make this week your best week I can take her to the room, yeah, that's where the mess be Yeah, she said that she a slut, she said, baby, test me I got her studying the dick like it was a test week Hey, yo, wrist broke from fake watches, that is not a Patek I gotta go to rehab, I am a financial addict Yeah, my Cubans leave a mark like that nigga own the Maverick Goin' to the club and fuck it up, my niggas causin' havoc Told her this don't got no safety, reason why she scared to grab it I'm makin' money for the hoes, I put like 2K on the jacket I'm a Cinderella story, so I'm fuckin' up your bracket I heard you got a bad back, come here, baby, let me crack it Uh, I know these niggas got a problem with me Pull up with a motherfuckin' bomb, I got the Goblin with me All black on, like I'm Bruce, I got the Robin with me My lil' bitch, she love the fuckin' shoot, so she slidin' with me Lil' bitch tryna play some R&B, but I can't vibe to Whitney Don Julio is for the hoes, I bring the bottle with me I can be in church, it don't matter, keep a model with me All my niggas goin' to the top, tryna follow with me Lil' ho on my dick, she like, Max, you my fav Undertaker to these niggas, I can put them in the grave I told her, send that shit through, Imessage, so I can save These niggas tryna box the block, I don't know, I think they brave Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, you a lame, you a cornball Told her, I love real bad bitches, I'm a hornball If I'm in that cat, best believe I'm finna floor off Ridin' in the Jeep like a white bitch, take the door off She like, Max, how you doin'? I said, life is great I'm in Tampa with Jazy and Jax, I'm in another state Lookin' at my necklace and my watch, this shit like a lake Yeah, her ass so fat and it got dimples, I don't think it's fake Niggas still couldn't even pass me and I took a break Sorry baby, I be fuckin' long, so I made her late I can take you shoppin' every day, but this not a date When I'm doin' better than you niggas, it's easy to hate You a bad bitch, baby, you get everything you want He tells you he be makin' money, truth is, he really don't He tells you he be scarin', niggas, truth is, he really don't He told the gram that he was up in pape, but he really won't Jack just wanna drank
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