YUH YUH

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I get plenty bitches, hit my phone and say they wanna party
I'm rocking all black like a vamp, but I'm not Carti
Smoke like a Rasta, smoke like I'm Bob Marley
She said Truly, I'm in love I turnt  her up too much probably

Diamonds on the pinky ring, diamonds on the chain
That boy must be out his mind he tryna claim my gang
I see she trying to make me crash, but I'ma keep it tame
That boy L he a lame, he was saying names

He tried to come back around, we gon' let it bang
Four poles in the whip for each person, we gon' let it spray
I let any nigga catch smoke, don't care what you bang
His ho wan catch it, yeah, yeah, huh, on gang

Big racks, Big whips, good slop foreign bitch
Wock what i'm poring yeah, chop get em Soaring yeah, (ima) have em blazing
She do it amazing, i do something normal and she gas it yeah she glazing, take her out One time and now she wanna have a baby

He wanna pull up I shoot
Tell me what it do
Where his body? Ain't no clue
I got God so i can't loose
She can't play me for no fool

I get plenty bitches, hit my phone and say they wanna party
I'm rocking all black like a vamp, but I'm not Carti
Smoke like a Rasta, smoke like I'm Bob Marley
She said Truly, I'm in love I turnt  her up too much probably

Diamonds on the pinky ring, diamonds on the chain
That boy must be out his mind he tryna claim my gang
I see she trying to make me crash, but I'ma keep it tame
That boy L he a lame, he was saying names

He tried to come back around, we gon' let it bang
Four poles in the whip for each person, we gon' let it spray
I let any nigga catch smoke, don't care what you bang
His ho wan catch it, yeah, yeah, huh, on
gang

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh)

I get plenty bitches, hit my phone and say they wanna party
I'm rocking all black like a vamp, but I'm not Carti
Smoke like a Rasta, smoke like I'm Bob Marley
She said Truly, I'm in love I turnt  her up too much probably

Diamonds on the pinky ring, diamonds on the chain
That boy must be out his mind he tryna claim my gang
I see she trying to make me crash, but I'ma keep it tame
That boy L he a lame, he was saying names

He tried to come back around, we gon' let it bang
Four poles in the whip for each person, we gon' let it spray
I let any nigga catch smoke, don't care what you bang
His ho wan catch it, yeah, yeah, huh, on gang

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