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Got my double cup filled up with wine, I'm sippin' stupid things
Yeah, my brody like, what you gon' pull up in told him a Super Plane
I like Rick Owens, Balenci, and I got Chrome Heart ways
And I ain't gon' change my ways, can't change
Never seen ya round here think you new to things
But I'm tryna see new things, and my cup bloody, not Kool-Aid
Smoke dope, I be high for two days
If it's up and its stuck, niggas too late
Knock, knock, I'm come in
Rolls Royce Cullinan
Just wine in it no Codeine
Double life baby, exploring
Bitch, I'm outta this world, I'm a failed experiment Ooh, ah
I'm alone by myself, I ain't scared to see it Ooh, ah
Baby girl, she the devil, I think she compared to Satan Ooh, ah
You can take it how you take it
I aint here you tell me what you sayin
And it take one call she gettin naked
I'll be there in a Bentley Mulsanne
I'm like, let's talk about a business
Wait a minute whats wrong with you bae
Lil' coupe, we was all fitting in it
Just tryna get from B to the A
You could lie, I could see it in your face
Girl, you don't even know what you sayin
She want me to pull up to the place
Tell her I'll be there when I make it
When I make it, I see a lot of mini-me's Mm, ah
Elon musk made it, I saved a lot of energy Mm ah
Smith & Wesson, Ruger
I peeped you a rude gyal
And I keep the heat for when it's hot, dawg
Just in case I got to turn cool, cat
Yeah, I like the finest of fashion yea I like the designer
She wanna get from B to the A
So that bih mountain climbin
Ayy, can't catch me in front of these lanes
Can't catch me around
Man, these lables callin' my phone this shit getting astounding
Ayy, is you about it baby, baby, tell me about it
Ayy, bout it
exotic
Smoke it, feel like loudest
Ooh, gave me brain yea the bitch steady topping me
At the game and I swear im on top, top
Gave me matta the bih gave me mat mat
Catch me in the section with the bottles and ba bas
Cheesy, cheese provolone yea she like my song
Groovy we don't get along
But she want me to come pull up
And give me the booty
Got my double cup filled up with wine, I'm sippin' stupid things
Yeah, my brody like, what you gon' pull up in told him a Super Plane
I like Rick Owens, Balenci, and I got Chrome Heart ways
And I ain't gon' change my ways, can't change
Never seen ya round here think you new to things
But I'm tryna see new things, and my cup bloody, not Kool-Aid
Smoke dope, I be high for two days
If it's up and its stuck, niggas too late
Knock, knock, I'm come in
Rolls Royce Cullinan
Just wine in it no Codeine
Double life baby, exploring
Bitch, I'm outta this world, I'm a failed experiment Ooh, ah
I'm alone by myself, I ain't scared to see it Ooh, ah
Baby girl, she the devil, I think she compared to Satan Ooh, ah
You can take it how you take it
I aint here you tell me what you sayin
And it take one call she gettin naked
I'll be there in a Bentley Mulsanne
I'm like, let's talk about a business
Wait a minute whats wrong with you bae
Lil' coupe, we was all fitting in it
Just tryna get from B to the A

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