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back home with the interest
I'm a Rich Bitch
Sit you down on some bitch shit
If I'm in your town
Then I'm loungin at the Ritz bitch
Big shit
Ain't no any

on my lid
Now, he wanna ask me how it feel 'cause they say I'm that bitch
Let me slow it down, I make 'em move with it (move with it)
Do what it do

Yeah (Let's go, Mario!)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (let's go)
Woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

I sit down to write my songs 
And then I think of all the harm I’ve done 
To you and everyone 

My thumbs tremble as I type 
The evidence against me

diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the
Street for your kinfolk
Sell

of this game
Yeah ight
Ya wish, ya bish
Tell yo lil hoe come and suck some dick
Back with another drop, I'm on yo top, no tip
I shoot it, I shoot it
I swish

dots sick em headshots flip on
Sky we sent him bye-bye who tripped on
Don't cry lil' bitch this a drive-by come get em
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
That's why

up, I'm rollin' off molly, yeah
Mixing that drop on the way to the party
I told that lil' hoe I'm not sorry, huh
Like, you cannot compete with marni
I

gotta go by the morning
I ain't paying bitches rent nigga you be stalling
It get a lil awkward
My shooter said its on he gon' off em
Fly Shooters shoot em

the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk

Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while

steady in the way so I'm all up on your ass hoe
My cars don't come from dealerships
Straight from the factory you lil bitch
Got a bad lil hoe with a sick

dms capping
Lil shawty trippin on me then she strippin on me
She a thot that got caught tryna flip it on me
They hear me on the radio I fucked yo bitch

like 6 feet

Don’t need that shit rubbing off me

So Turn yo head hoe when you sneeze

Ain’t tryna catch lame bitch disease

Lil hoe get down on yo knees

Whore I'll flip ya wig cap
Bitches make me sick now
Gay but craving dick now
Say you was never bout it
Lil whore thotting
Like you Chris Brown
Sit down

I

and beats they be twinning
Fire set records like Guiness
Just sit back be a witness
As I flex hard with no fitness
They flock my shows like they pidgeons

Uh Huh
Lil something
You could vibe wit
And you could smoke wit
Uh
You aint listening to my shit
Fuck yo shit
Uh
You ain't really living life
If you

sportsmanship
Put her on the couch busting nuts where her boyfriend sits
Every now and then she like to call me by my government
Knowin i don’t even like that

I was riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting

Message In A Bottle

Tydolla$ign

Beach House III

2017

came to blow a couple bands
Hoes know I'm the man
Lil' baby on a Xan
Rollin' up a strain
'Bout to get high enough to make my ears pop
It's too

You ain't got no money
Bitch you broke
Up in smoke
Bad lil bitch, onna pole
Shawty get down
Drop it low
Choppa do a hunnid fucking rounds onna hoe
Hit

clothes
Yeah she like my mojo
She up and down bouncing on my dick like a pogo
Started dancing like a go-go but she no hoe tho
She like the blow blow she

More of you
Had to sit down think to myself what I do this for
This for you
Steal your heart
Say it's true
Wanna die bout the gang you in it
Wanna talk

this way yo ass seafood
S-O-S-A got green like i'm Hulu
Don't argue with no hoe, cut her off I got beaucoup
Lil nigga turnt up, I'm supplying this Heat

like me uh
Chance of that is unlikely
2 Chainz in my white T
I wipe her down and I pipe her down
I give my girl money to go out of town
You give