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Bitch, I got a cheat code
Ride a fuck boy now yo' motherfuckin' knees broke
Need dough
Ima freak those
Ain't no free smoke
Love it by my lonely
But

sister's thighs
When they welcoming Wise
Or they eyes when they surprised
By the rotten' insides
But besides my sexual powers I
Was just fucking with ya

I’m already dressing
My new bitch
Always tell me she impressed
I don’t give a fuck
About your first impression
You can tell that
Just by my face

wit tha niggas that i kicked it 
But i had it confused - cant mix friends - in this business shyt
Yea I got love tha hood but we ain’t intimate???
Cuz i

bitch and this gon be fun
Pull up with my crew bitch and you know we won
Mumble last words and rise up to the sun

Back of the phantom i ride in that shit

shit looking curvy
Yo nigga a junky he popped him a perky

I'm in the Stu wit Leek
If you hear this song put this shit on repeat
Put on repeat
Little boy

it hella gravy
And baby you’re like the fries and I know its kinda cheesy
But uh (Yeah) yeah you know what I mean
We mix together so perfect, like

quien
And  I'm up in the mix
If  I ain't up in the 5, Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou if you step on my kicks
Try n ask me for a hit,

like I’m Clyde
That girl she was my world, she was my ride or die
You can not match my highs
You can not match my lows
Don’t care about the lies if she

a bitch,Yeah Yeah
We be outside with them bitches I Got my drum on me,  know I ride wit my drum on me
And I Buss till we fall asleep
Street niggas don't know how

like it rough huh
Ima beat it up
Girl you ain't saying nun
Smack that ass and choke you up
I'm a g wit it
Shorty don't tease me
And I ain't with

punch in my cup
I teach my hoes how to mix it up
She my lil boo thang
Yea she slim thick
Wit some ass and some C cups
I smoke so much pressure
The end

foreplay 

My little way to mix the swa-ray

And make the whole thing- get hot like summer days

And heat  waves- wit stunner shades 

I love to make- heads

Flicks, wit blicks
You trip on God
Ain't witness nobody this fly

I hop out the womb on some Fly shit
Then I hop in my first ride
Throwing up signs out

feeling too calm
Tryna find a lit spot
I could get loose in
I'm tryna do something
Or we could head out
By the palms
And get our freak on
Come take a ride

the bros and we at P-Mills
I ain't signing no deals less you bringing them mills
Posted up at Potomac I'm chilling with Panthers
I mix the purp' in the cup

do you know about them long johns under yo shorts  wit them Reebok classics that we all love to sport  it's all about feeling good  it ain't no shame

time Imma give you the best
Hypnotized by my body you can tell that I’m blessed
Give me the bag hella cash while you throwin that check
(Look)
Bitches

Cant trust a hoe shit be sickening
She ride it slow he be tripping
She said nookie you really that nigga
The best u had bitch what u sippin
I can't let

Surrounded by forms of military

Unapologetic
While I'm running up the currency
You don't see me
Not cause I don't fuck with you

It won't be getting better

to see what come out of them
That's like sum coke but it ain't got no calories
That don't make sense
Just like you said you'll battle me
Must have a bug by

these faces could all be erased Love)

Girl... (hol' up)
I know you're nice wit it
Level-headed, with a good upbringing, jeans fitted (Damn)
Know that we

wit Us/
They watchin' Us to copy Us/
Can’t You tell it’s obvious/
And They don’t like that/
I don’t ever ask for help/
Cuz Everybody’s out for Self/

Spaceship wit that vroom take off new coupe
(Vroom)
We threw blues out the roof
(Rawr)
I got killers they ah shoot
Now you famous made the news
Stack