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Soon you will be court-side 
Surrounded by the most high
Power juice the third lid
Extra in my fur bih
I prefer the worst shit 

It’s

and I shoot the glat
We gon spin back to the trap
I'm a youngin wit them Ms
Vlone shit i got no friends
Do a drive by in the benz
We gon put the ops

“Electricity consumed by one american at home is equivalent to one point five citizens of France, two point two citizens of Japan and ten citizens

les bad girls do
À' fuck avec l'équipe elle veut le tchou tchou tchou
Boo that's cool, c'est pôle Nord chill
Tic toc, tic toc, Richard Mille
À soir faut

by the 2, woo
And my jordan is true blue
I dont think amma choose you
So i hopped in the new coup
Know im never lackin always pistol packin
I be here

right now I'm chasing gwalla I do that by any means
I give two fucks bout these bitches keep it solid with my team
I'm 100 with my bros nothing won't get

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Soon you will be court-side 
Surround by the most high
Power juice the third lid
Extra in my fur bih
I prefer the worst shit 
It’s that or shift

Riding with the pole on me
It ain't never in the trunk
Way me make the trap jump niggas think we punch dumps
Serving niggas out the back but they

The truck bed of the four by four
And the girls all-natural
Skinny dippin' where the creek's shallow yeah

There's no stop signs where we go
Throw 'em back

we all covered by God
Cause lord we still sinning
And winning is getting hard
They coming with rackettering
My niggas is getting charged
Them bars is

leave the spot and we fucking all weekend
Free ant free my demon
Free mr don't got the pole leave him leaking
Free mr don't got the knocks then he poke em

Landon
How you say you got poles?
You ain't even held one
Bitch said she wan' die
Bitch you better go and tell someone
(Nova, Nova)
I'm with gang and we

this one gassed, but I ain't tipsed
She ain't tryna get clocked
By her boyfriend's nigs
(No, she ain't)
See me
I don't like them pricks
And the mandem

wanna vibe, but she ain't my type
All I got is a night you ain’t with it?
Alright
We all got poles, why you bringing a knife?
Seen boys givе a drop

in by
The way that she fallin' down that pole
Throwing ones like I'm ballin
Call me a pro, ’cause I know how to call them
Damn she fine, I just wanna

Loose lipped, two shit's handled by tomorrow
Large lights flash
Gonna send him on a bad way dark night path
Catch him emptying his ash tray
Y'all type

Half a mile out from county fair
When the rain came pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver cap and crown
Hands full of fishin' poles

yo huddle blew
Bitch getting on my nerves, polio
Keep the Drac' close by, OVO
Drifting 'Cats down the block like it's Tokyo
Got more stars in the whip

on the poles, going up and down
I need’a take one of these bitches home
I’m headed back to my thrown
I don’t need no assistin’
Sorry honey, I ain’t talking
I’m

body roll, ayy
If I'm solo in this bitch
I got my fucking pole, ayy
Like a thotty bitch
These niggas finna get exposed
Crossover, step back, shoot like

my heart
I just trust you, then you left me scarred


You brokе my heart, then I hope to scorе
Miss you twice multiplied by four
I love you more than

the distance
It don’t bother me none
What I start reading is the pleading
Of my techniques being needed
By a giant bastard crone
‘Till they’re fallen

you, had to keep a pole
Stayin' ten toes, I be in my soul
I'm okay, I didn't get no sleep tonight
But I will be okay
Tony Tiger to these niggas
You know

not a matador hungry like
Jamba juices infested by carnivors
Lord, your slicktalk will have you
Knockin' on heavens gate
We see through your front like