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on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

all do they same fuckin pose (Sigh)
Cashapp twerk yall know how it goes (Ha)
Man I aint got time to blend in (I don't)
Rich status still pendin (Yah)
If

an escape (He got caught by the feds)
Just sent my momma some lobster and steak (Momma good know she fed)
Hoe asked me for bread so I sent her a cake (Yeah

I hated how this shit was run. I always got it done
Me siento afortunado porque en boca nunca faltó el pan.
Wow!! Debated when I rap by some. I guess

Clubbing' no di turn up, mbah muh ah warri
Baby girl whine up, make I give you money
Mu keba, celebrity stage ah party
Gwara Gwara, shaku shaku, twerk it my

Come on home to me Charlene (C'mon)
Now you’re withdrawn
Out with you girls, it’s all fun
Bumping Sean don
Drinking Pat-ron
Tryna twerk sum
You was never

made in leather
Blowing kush smoke in the air
I say we don’t compare (nope)
But ya think it’s not fair
She gave me a twerk show sitting in the chair
She

and take this rap shit to the moon

I keep that pipe, cause if I'm caught, might lose it all if I slip
Before I leave, I'll grab my Glock, I keep all 30 in

how we move
Tell em to spin it again, we missed ya friend
He talking, that nigga is proof
We aint got nothing to lose
We are too fancy to fight
We pull

Heard you ain't recognized
Its been a long time ya prime
Thought you white wine but you was all kinds
Pick you up in my whip and by your hips 
Staring

I WANT YA HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP ONE TIME
HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP TWO TIMES
TURN TO YA LEFT THEN BREAK IT DOWN FOR ME NOW 
TURN TO YA

you want lunch but you ain't finished breakfast
Born Crown Vic but I think like a Lexus
Put me on a track and I'll wreck it
Just tryna stay focused

Popping my shit, since a jit, everything I say you know I stand on it
Run to the bag like Vic, whole gang strapped with the sticks
I don't do none of that

I keep me a burner
Put that on gang I could never lack
N***** ain't gone come
Cause they know we ain't running and if they come
We got sticks by 100s

she an A
But B, she a C, all she do is suck some D (Suck some D nigga!)
I got some E in my pocket and some swishers on Vic
Walking like we own

gotta band
That march at yo cadence, to get in yo pants
You wanna be famous, you twerk for the gram
They see how you swayin and hit yo DM
A dime and you

fitted
So in districts on my lid
From the DCT
To the PGC
Get it where I fit in cause that's where I live
D.M.V I R.E.P to the D.A.Y 
They close my lid
I

(Yeah this the shit that bops baby - was good)

Yeah I gotta 'lotta cash and I'm ready to blow it
She got a big booty and you know she like to show

to twerk it
Got her yerpin like i popped me a perky
My bitches aint broke they gone pick up the tab
You cuffing a shone but she still up for grabs
Begging

again
Gotta stand on my word, no need to pretend
Get it done by myself, no, I don't need a friend
All them L's in my life got took on the chin
It's just

Geedorah now its on in the streets
Rhymes like Visine to keep your eyes clean
Blinded by the high beams and miles of dry memes 
Clogging your twitter feed

Claim you a shooter, tell me how that work
cin't gotta pay just to see her twerk (don't 
No time for thots, just check my watch
***** it's my time look

Claim you a shooter, tell me how that work
cin't gotta pay just to see her twerk (don't 
No time for thots, just check my watch
***** it's my time look

But they dress kind of sophisticated
Back you in a beef
Jiggle in them jeans
Still perv by your friends
I think I'm loving all this misbehaviour
It's