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Can't hide this pain but you won't find me in my feelings
Serve prescriptions, got no bodies but I had to make a killing
Just want the brain like I don't go based off appearance
F*ck what you thinking, I don't go based off opinions

Got ten karats (carrots) in my mouth
Like I've been worried about my weight
If you aint talking bout no money, you might need to translate
Pop me a perc had to come out my shirt, play get merc'd
Took your bitch and made her twerk
I might bless her with no church
Bitch, I came up from the dirt

Say what you want
Won't stop till the hood on my back and the trunk in the front
Till we fly to Jamaica for lunch
Ain't even drunk but she want me to lick her (liquor)
Like I retired from boxing, I hit her and quit her
Pop me a perc now I'm geeked off the jigga
Don't want no body, I just want the figures
Keso hit your torso, make your belly dance
Whole gang get this smoke like its second hand
Old money, I still got them rubber bands
Real exotic, real biscotti
Make sure my money stay younger than biden
Fly as a pilot, your bitch wanna ride it
Beat up the cat but no animal violence
Wait, that's cruelty nigga
Getting this money ain't new to me nigga
She fell in love but I just like her picture
Racks on my mind got me minding my business
Made her fall in love, fucked on the first link up
I might have to keep her, lil mama an eater
Got no bodies, but nobody wanna try it
Don't need no molly, I might pop you
Casper spin like a helicopter
We gon' ball, don't got no option
If you my opp then you better be cautious
Let me stop, ain't no more talking
Off these percs, I'm getting nauseous
Off these percs, I'm getting

Got ten karats (carrots) in my mouth
Like I've been worried about my weight
If you aint talking bout no money, you might need to translate
Pop me a perc had to come out my shirt, play get merc'd
Took your bitch and made her twerk
I might bless her with no church
Bitch, I came up from the dirt

Sense make dollars and my money solving problems
So I feel like a professor
If my back against the wall
And I'm up against the law
Ain't no way that I'm confessing
Go ahead, f*ck it up, f*ck it up
Go ahead, get me some cake up
Paint on her face It wasn't make up
Damn, pockets piñata
She a dick rider, they some dick riders
Why don't you pay me, de nada
Wo ahead, give me that guala

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