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to burn
After we blow you know fo sho I put that back to work
She give them oh faces when I hit it hit it slide
And that girl get it get it whenever this

first
Ain't no debate, Han Solo with the blaster shit
Like Steve Kerr from three, I'm that accurate
Me, my girl, and moola make for triple trouble
We make

precise
Yeah I'm making bank
Gotta count my bread
3 Loaves of wonder white I think my Lady said
Now I'm standing over here in the checkout
Hold on girl

town
Whatcha' gonna do when you slip inside it
Grab you by the ankles it's a wide open angle
We're a team now baby it takes two to tango
Yeah but how

When I'm with you the mood feels so right
You are that girl that I wanna hold tight
And never let go, you that one for life
Listen, you that one for me

like a comcast Remote
Got your girl looking at me and Im gonna get it right
Got the dime piece in my ride
Kill these hoes like they drink Tide
Starland

Pouring shots of the 19, I was lit off the bottle. 
Smoking gelato staring thinking shit I got me a model. 
Girl you don't know how I'm so fucking

Woke up this morning to some money on my line
Woke up this morning, bad woman by my side
Looked me in my eyes and she made a nigga smile
Got up out

on this 8th
Im riding slow when I blow on this reefer
Buy it by the weight
She like the taste my mouth that winter fresh 
Im brushing with Colgate
I rarely

life is a circus
I met this girl in Los Angeles
She went to college and planned for this
She wanted clout and some presidents
She whipping Lambos

by the fucking door
You are not a different bitch, you are just a ho
This bitch thought I loved her, cause I always fuck her slow
Feel like I'm LeBron

down here
But Now I'm running through these tracks looking for gold
See the story the story as it unfolds
Designed by the music so I wear it on my soul

I'm at the top and it's my time
Know you feel the breeze when I walk by, yuh
Worry 'bout yours, 'cuz I got mine
Your lane do not pass the white line

Uh
Then you talk about "i'm OG"
Saying that I'm cold, but you really didn't know me
Life's too fast but i'm chilling with a slow beat
Mentioning my

Talk to em
I'm back
Retro
Detroit Diamond in this Bihhh
Aye

D Girl
Face Colder than a Mitten
A boss from P rock
Bank never giving pending
I hit

Late nights for me sitting by my lone 
Thinking to my self I had to get up in my zone 
Running with them niggas trynna get it off them phones 
Making

that way
Out in Brooklyn they say I'm the new Biggie or Jay
All my Cubans about a Kilo in weight
I be boomin' all these niggas that hate
Girl you fuckin'

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Safe to say I can take em sober 
OGs tell me slow the sprees 
It don’t grow on trees
But it could’ve fooled me how I rake it over I make it back
Know

hook right in your head.
You wish it was a knockout punch.
Let it go, when the blood flows slow.
Now you come by where you're at enjoy the show.

Well

squirtin'
Two Cs where your purse is
Two Cs when you take a step
You wanna take it slow, said you're calm takin' baby steps
Still nuttin' inside, you told

realized that I tried to hide
The one piece of pie that I needed most, I want you back cause these girls are whack
But you won't pick up the phone I know,

up with girls that
Were smokin' the buds
Nah, passion like fruit
Weed in the back of my boot
Still back at my dudes
Can't stop with the raga-bond dues

You don't know me girl just wish you could, KK with the cap from the Compton backwoods. Where the city's full of stars, wanna-bes, young G'z, rats,