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of soap
Drown the bitch in a toilet at that
Look at them tiles, she dead on crack 

Another bitch dead (On my bathroom floor)
Another bitch dead (on my

Cash War

Gunna

Drip or Drown 2

2019

around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet in the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred

the Nile
Know me get laid like tile
Got rich, bought me an isle
New shuttle, blast the quarter mile
Color coordinated my style
Clean slate pull my file
I’m

a five-star establishment
In Beverly Hills, where the décor
Is a disorienting maze of
Mirrors and black tile
And the room service menu includes bottles

the bitch in a toilet at that
Look at them tiles, she dead on crack

Another bitch dead (On my bathroom floor)
Another bitch dead (on my bathroom floor)

Plus breakfast buffet
Sausage, eggs, and orange juice box
Tour jete, on stage, goldilocks, airborne
Fishnets
Bleach-scented air, peach-scented hair

Sunday Night

Big Tymers

I Got That Work

2000

like, "Man, them boys got to stay home"
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
Open up the back sound got they damn head achin'
Me I'm

boys
Rocking them colors hard
Running from one time
We ain't living behind them bars
Take you on Crenshaw
Then show you how to ride a car
Hit a couple

pass you my book
Because I'll never get it back
Plus ya handstyles wack
And everything you copy
Always sloppy as fuck
When will it stop? Maybe when you

had to flip
Forever 10 toes don't trip
(Oh you a fly guy)
Get clipped
Real nigga shit
Leonidas kick
Pull up 300 color cool whip
Talking big shit
Hoover

soul food
Pettin on my llama watching Obama two thousand eight years plus no drama
Waiting on a comma in Atlanta drinking on a fanta I’m dripping no

I'm waking up I'm feeling strange I crack open my eyes
They're crusty plus my mouth is stale I take my time to rise
My head is heavy body aching

I'm waking up I'm feeling strange I crack open my eyes
They're crusty plus my mouth is stale I take my time to rise
My head is heavy body aching

Johnny won't you wake up
The dawn is close at hand
Silver sunlight fills my head
Close your eyes imagine heaven
The crimson sky adorned with color