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Love I'm sorry I just can't do it for you
I'm loving California get high with the stoners
Ladies like to leave they clothes off
Cause I don't wanna

Netflix
Lil baby just turn on some music
You know what
I came here to do
Go to the room
She give me true inspiration
Before I go back in the stu
My mind I

this? Huh, what? (I don't know)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, shit (what you on?)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, wait (let's go)
We make hit after

on ur hoe
She looked good but i aint make a comment
Wit all tha,  you don't know what to do
I fucked her ina louie v bonnet
After that, Wont hit her up

to the cassies
NYC, top-down, Big blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me
"How you make out that beef with

not the one
All these baddies know when it's fun
She give me tongue, tie her mind
Don't you fight, they call me Juan
All these niggas thinkin' they won

niggas
Pockets fat look like Rick Ross
And she drippy like some water
Body Aquafina
Tell that bitch don't call my phone shorty I don't need ya
I set you up

of December 1985, and it's chart position was number 26. So stuff it again, where... you know where, or
whatever you like. Put it where you want, I don't care

a Samuel Jackson
Bitch said I was fresh to death, she don't know that's a fatal attraction
When I mix this cup, it gon' feel like a Southside reaction
I

Somerset but you ain't really bought shit
Feel like Rick Ross, walk around on boss shit
Think I want some new 'lencis, what they cost bitch
1,140, need

the money you know I'm Rick Ross
You is not funny, you go play lacross
Nigga so musty, he don't even floss
Go look at this drip and you know it is sauce
Nigga

I just stay in my lane
Here she come and try to peck my brain
Who u is, where u at my mayn?
I dont be tellin her shit
To be one helluva kid
U know Its

Ochocinco
Big baller
Feel like Lil Troy cuz I'm a shot caller
Ima boss like Rick Ross
I be dripping cuz I have the sauce
Three amigos
You know that we are

that loud or a baking soda don
Bitch I'm like Rick Ross ima master mind and I master mind
And do you mind donating and chiming into families who could

So much money I’m lost
No price tag just swipe my card
I ball like Rick Ross
In my European car
Might fly to Vietnam
We know you soft boy
Meet me

said I'm too fine, woah
I know you gonna switch it up in due time, ho
I won't do time for you, I don't do 5-0
I just fucked your bitch, I'm the new

my guys

With a bag to catch, so what the f- you thought?
Had to boss up, I feel like Rick Ross
I shoot all my shots and get applause
And I never even

like Boston you know I do this too often
Told her baby girl watch out cause I ain't tryna be fallin
She just wanna take me down talkin bout you don't

ballin' like a star
555, Yeah I'm gonna go so far, but my brain's still full of scars
Leaving scars
Rick Ross yeah my pockets so large
Off the pen my mind

to catch a homicide
His brodie died on the scene, I'm outside like I wonder why
Them pussy niggas want war, I don't back down I'm like come and try)
You out

like ping pong
Smash her like I'm Donky Kong
Smashing like I'm Donky Kong 
She wont come back where you come from
Everywhere I feel at home
Recording

a disgrace like pirate Jack man
Like Jack Black man
I don't know the new game
I'm old school
You probably shop at Whole Foods
Eatin' eatin' like a vegan
I

Party Monster

The Weeknd

Starboy

2016

Angelina, lips like Angelina
Like Selena, ass shaped like Selena

I'm like, got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don't even know her

I did what I did I said it I said it
I put you on so gimme my credit
I’m cutting up just like an edit
Don’t need yo love I’m chasin this fetty
Tell me