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(yeah)
A real good puss
A real good puss

I just wanna feel good
Gotta lay down with some good kush
Got a good girl, a real good bush
Come and go

I feel wonderful
I feel amazin' nigga
Oh my fuckin' god, nigga
Rich as a bitch right now (look)

Uh, hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my

you even look at me
Turn around, don't you flee
Locust, that's a kind of tree
I'm a rose, see me push
Comatose, in the bush
OGD, undersea
Evil eyes

Bottom of the bottle
We drank like a litter
Steering in my auto
Racing like a cheetah
She just wanna follow
Cuz she want a leader
What she wanna

a jet (Phew)
I ain't get to where I'm at
By beating around the bush (Bush)
I get to whеre I'm at by slowing down
It's time to rush (Skrr)
Every timе I

jewelry (Water)
Hop in Bugatti, I'm steering
I'm on a private jet, leering
I put hundred racks in Amiri's
She say my name, I appear
I'm sippin' on lean

Bobo bush, boom, broccoli (broccoli)
Tehke ko Gbo p, ko jo bi poco lee
Mary Jane gimmie melody (melody)
Pass me the joy stick pelu codeine

aint no car
Like a big V8

To the boys from the bush
we're back in town
Well the cars in the back and the shutters down
We're all heading for

M2 on the chart

I wanna buy a Ferrari put a seed in the garden
Send them racks to the bank send them racks to the bank
Yee already know he want it

and the furious 
Baguettes got her wet now she watching my interviews 
Nasty lil B***h say Period 
Period Im counting racks on my interlude 
On My Neck thats a new

(Aye Turn Me Up Toak)
Fly out to Paris on air yeah
Tellin you life it aint fair yeah
Like when I pull on her hair yeah
Counting up racks I'm like

tough I know
And there's something special 'bout an old Bronco
Life's simple when its rigs and mud
Sitting steering wheel side with the one I love

Shawty i've been trying to get you home for 1 night
Shawty we can drink 'n smoke and get real high
Left hand steering, right hand on your thigh
Is

Blow dem shots out da whip hit da gas den we gone
We be spinning on fuck niggas blocks like a steering wheel
I constantly keep stacking up gwap tryna hit

The steering wheel's alright
It shakes at ninety-five
You're on your last life
I can tell
The window switched corners
The table feels lower
This

down)
Every my f****** birthday that's why I'm blessing the cake (Racks Bandz)
It's on me please don't try to run up on me (Don't do that)
Or you learn

7.62 probably rip his interior

Pop out the vert leakin drip like a period

Wide body swervin can tell that I'm steering it

Bitch want a birkin but

that
Racks on Racks I move
Designer on my bag high fashion moves
I see these niggas hate but they love what I do
So I could not get comfortable they

an got my money up
Now my engine in the rear
Yeah you know i keep it tucked
Shoot it up when brodie steering
Taking all these drugs
Fighting demons what

the bitch out then I
Buy her some huggies
You the same bitch that did
Not want to touch me
Pull out the racks now I got the hoe coming
All of these rap niggas

years if I
Get pulled over by old bill
I owe them 6 racks
But I'm on my pc still swiping still
I lost my rambo knife last year
It's in a bush in Maryhill

that shit
I don't give a fuck I'm not fearing that shit
I'm driving to fast I be steering the whip
Captain Huncho I be leading the ship
I don't care what

Flexing [Dreamchasers 2]

T.I.

Getting That Money

2014

them hoes (hoes), and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush (woo)
I say y'all fuck niggas so fold (fold), hoes ain't never gon' look (look)
In the kitchen

angel dust
These niggas they tripping they told
Me it was kush yea
I keep the Rolls Royce parked outside
And it's tall as the bush, yeah
I keep me some