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Bending on these bars, and ghosting on um like you outta
Gotta wear yo starter, i come up off the bench wit it
Big body drop benz spit it, you just say yo

home.
Now I'm on a space tab
Won't come back like this, The aftermath!

So intense. Pull up in a Rari Benz. That's why I Don't got no friends
Because I

beggin' that ho to come lay up with me
Lay up, I turn this shit to a day job
It's 40 degrees, can't crash in this heat
But still I'ma keep it a player
I'm

on my grind ain't got time for no date
But you can come meet me at home when it's late
Know that if you leave I ain't tripping
Too focused on winning

said your friend can come too
Shoutout Kendo, yeah bitch you know, I like my hoes by the two

Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the greatest
These

run home and you blast it till you know yer hard of hearing
Wanna be in the know gotta crack the code
Ghetto blasted by bad kids across the globe cuz I

like I'm EA
Shoot your block up double back
Instant replay
Mike locked for puttin' on for the gang
But he ain't stressin', come home
He going drill in

me thinking, am I ever gon be better
Do I gotta reason, I got shit up on my mental
They promised me they'd never change

Thought you by my side I never

inscents
And pump through the vents of your mercedes-benz
And all my friends are almost famous
Making sex tapes to get on the a-list
Trynna get their faces

you get home
Dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady
And YOU can come to my house
And we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend

the Benz
And don't forget your friends, oh

I got bad intentions, I can't lie
But I could tell you want it 
Just by looking in your eyes

French

know

(I been feelin' like this for a minute)
You just can't seem to pick the right one, huh?
You get off at five, I should come, huh?
A veggie

pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
You could come by, shit you can't say
That my girl mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon

Mya:
'cause ain't nothing

come around they be givin me that sex face
You ridin shotgun in the James Bond Benz
With the frog-eyed lens on them 20 inch do rims
So why you worried

testimony every time she texts me
It's the mark with the question on it
Like, mmm, "Where you at?" "What you
Doing?" "Where you been"
"Are you home?" "Or you

Oochie Wally

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Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on

Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop

[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang

whatever I'm with so we one in the same
-Give me that awesome brain she drop that d^ck in her mouth then she rode it again
-better be home by 10 fuck all

with your mans
She said to save me but I can't hold your fucking hand
Whip a Mercedes I pulled up in a fucking Benz
Know you ran away from your home
It

the concession
That rented Benz in front was never a means of progression
My nigga, thought you was a thug
Why you throwing them drinks
We send shots at yo at ass

Said she love me so I deleted her number
But Tell that bitch im down to link up whenever

I Get chips I a'int talking bout ruffles
Big benz had to burn

no home?
Are ya feeling rocky?
Roll ya like sushi
Drink ya like saki
Come thru real newbie 
They be like "who me?"
I got the keys the keys
Please nigga

to that other dude
(Seen you talkin' to him)
I know you going home with him
Just tell me the truth
(Just tell me the truth)
Been tryna put you in this Benz

everyday grind man stressing
looking for a better way cuz they sayyy ya ya...
puffing on my cigarette smoke
bodies in the back they don't wanna come home

I'm In her phone
And her back bone
Calling, asking me to come home
She be calling like I want some
Not one, I want all of them
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