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Like a dream how she looked wearing cartiers
At the beach with a girl wearing nothing else
And this blunt will knock you down like Dustin Poirier
Plus my choppa sing like Whitney Houston if they got somethin to say
And it's been known i been alone for a long time
Ever since my brother got caught in that cross fire
But i still gotta grind like if it's hard wired
Bitches can't be equal wit me, they don't know bout hard times
So ion need love now i need loyalty
Lil bitch got her nails and her edges slayed
I got a collar on you know i got that dog in me
And i got some jewels on me you know that all my debt is paid
It could be like 3 or 4 am i'm in the coup bumpin
Walkin round dirty bills all blue hunnids
Ain't no killers in your squad can't shoot none
Choppa got the titties and she sing like Whitney Houston
I'm that tower in the field look like lou hudson
In my freshman year already on the hoop dunking
Tore my thighs road running so i took the L
Thought it was the end but now i'm higher off of something else
And i got it on my own no i'm not braggin
Remember 8th grade teachers tellin me to stop saggin
Now i'm in my bag mike amari all of my pockets
Got a lot of lettuce but the devils nailing my coffin
Maybe we could get along tho cause i'm night stalkin
First he said he wanted smoke, so why he light joggin
I stay in my lane makin money, why you eyeballing
Got a lot of haters really sending "i should die" comments
But i'm never gonna die, sorry
I could be an icon tho im never gonna stop grindin
Just like an avengers bitch i'm never gonna stop fighting
And i love the christian bitches but im not what god wanted
Like a dream how she looked wearin cartiers
At the beach with a girl wearing nothing else
And this blunt will knock you down like Dustin Poirier
Plus choppa sing like Whitney Houston if they got some to say
I see what's real i seen what's fake and i can't trust a thang
I got them bills i keep deadfaces in my baggy jeans
Like you can't see me falling now i keep my forces laced
But you could see me wit yo bitch cause she just wanted pape
Big game that i'm spittin at her gram handle
I got the pressure in my blunt that you can't handle
Bouta make her sing a note wit my fingers, no piano
Bet i came in wit the stank cause i'm lit like a candle
And i got money on my mind like my hat made of cash
And all this nappy ass hair keepin me recognized
And i can't fold ain't got no crease i keep me fitted nice
But if you wanna f*ck wit me then okay roll the dice
And i could never save a hoe, ya boyfriend superman
I know he'll fold for Lois lane and i'm that kryptonite
I see red pill i see blue pills bitch i chose megamind
And i'm so faded now i see god when i close my eyes
Like a dream how she looked wearin cartiers
At the beach with a girl wearing nothing else
And this blunt will knock you down like Dustin Poirier
Plus my choppa sing like Whitney Houston if they got some to say

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