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time to make another play[00:20.21]I need like 7 rings like the guy in Tampa Bay[00:23.15]What you need give you 30 like I'm Steph
girl, I'm known as Pen Griffey too
It's only right that I swing by and hit it too
First base, second base, third base
I'm tryna' get you in your
so
Never lay low, way go, never Winnebago
I'm in Cabo, pina colada by the bay though
Sand in my toes, listening as the waves flow
Red in the face, I
gotta pull up see what my tester say
Just dropped another 4 Bitch leave me lone I'm tryin to meditate
But if you make it clap I might just give you a lil
yo
I'm grabbin' Tampa by the balls
Order them hits like a boss
Order the shrimp and the lobster
How much does loyalty cost
There is no dollar amount
And die in a ditch
All you'll hear them say
Is "it's not my fault you're not rich"

I'm not scared of hell
And I'm not scared of death
So I throw my only
seem to treat you well

I'm getting good at getting lost
I'm betting dimes on better bucks
Old friends tell me that I've found my way
I'm not cut out for
Well, based on your smile
I'm betting all of this
Might be over soon
But your bound to win
'Cause if I'm betting against you
I think I'd rather lose
to fuck wit' em

Betting on a nigga I'mma go and get it
And if I set it on a nigga you can bet that I'mma go and hit it
These the laws that we live by
of luck
I asked a question, and he gave me an answer
That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa
Back home, I'm one of the narcos, semi autos
I guess I should've known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last
See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out
dreams 
Pop a pill all it means I won’t feel Ill 
Swallow my world whole 
Lost hope 
Betting my stones 
Letting my secrets go 
You my secret treasure
and pretty intense.
Dude had a baby to one of her friends,
Rapunzel the slut and that's not the end...

Im talking the same shit until you're sick of it
It
I guess I should've known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last
See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out
that red zone my wallets in that red zone
I charge it to the game I'm ball up out that red zone

First you get the money
Then you get the power
After
running from you
Betting it all
On an ace and a two
I'm all in
Who's calling
I know that
There is no getting you back
You be my queen
And I could be your
I'm baffled y'all shocked by audacity
Go ask my old teachers
Why they used to spat at me any problem I have I used to clear it out
If you talk shit
up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by
man
To found a woman that has not been with them
But it tampa this shit is too thin for me to pretend that you don't know him
That shit for the birds
to see the judge's credentials.  
you're only as good as you look, I'm always told.  
red right, white left, 

famous or nameless, what'll it be?
cover
the crew I ain't talking motley

Put on my vest cuz when you on top expect the Tec's, to aim for ya neck
They hoping you fall likely to trade you I'm talking
battered like eggs
I Yoke The Joker Naughy by Nature, I'm Treach-erous
Better be betting I'm set
To flex my rep till my pecs are getting stretched
scampi odor every time I flaunt chick
Trap nigga conversate, with a Harvard smart bitch
I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a carton
Cartoon
fly as fuck like I'm a eagle straight from tampa bay
Park at the curb hop out the whip and watch the pistol spray
He say I ain't bout shit then watch me

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