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On my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp Lotta red wine and some big shrimp Uh, with a limp, limp Yeah, uh, yeah Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp I just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp Let me use my credit card on your baby (ching ching) Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch Blue note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust this bitch, bitch Sold my soul and bought it back for cheaper, that's a flip, flip Ole English, Hennessy, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch) Roll Gelato in Fronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch Her legs don't work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib Acid in the fridge, shit, Avianne be wildin' My diamonds hit like, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y That triple 6-6-6, figures, big chips I'm always like Martin, keep talkin' darling, you the shit, shit All this gas I'm blowin', all this loud I'm blowin' All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin' This shit here fire, this shit a riot I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie You callin' my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain't no molly Oh, this 'cid, this ain't no molly No-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip Pants is Valentino, Waikikin' with my mistress Tone the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit Purple drink and lean ain't the same, that shit is toxic Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that's a plot twist Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick I don't have them diamonds but I'm shinin' in this bitch, bitch When you run your list, that's how you get, get your shit, shit I don't take the risk, I count my money on my roof and shit Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and shit I know it's been a long time comin', we got hits, hits Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch Call me Chun-Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks This sherm and gelato smell like the best bitch Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain't reach my prime Open your mind, owning the day, one day at a time Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Don't stop now Count it up, slap a what? Get the bucks, don't stop now This we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve Austin I move the base like a forklift, it's a Zombie thing, we some bosses All this gas I'm goin', all this loud I'm blowin' All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin' This shit here fire, this shit a riot I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie You callin' my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain't no molly Oh, this 'cid, this ain't no molly Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, woah, woah, ohh Yeah, yeah Um, yeah Woah, yeah, yeah, oh Woah, woah
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