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Smoke me a wood, get me litty Turning my back, need to fix me And they taking shots like I'm Ricky I'm putting a rock on my pinky I need that chicken extra crispy Redhead bitch on the dial, call her Misty Can't pull up on a bike, girl I'm shifty That McLaren is mines, need the six speed Get that 720 for 360, uh I need it loud like the spliffy, uh I'm counting these 100s and 50s, uh But don't make it hot, I get iffy, uh Niggas went silent and ditched me, uh Now I don't need a pound 'less it's LB's I want the music to sell me Tom Ford with a Shelby GT, that's a grand tour Niggas should get to the bands more Fuck is you all on my mans for I'm the nigga shawty dance for Spread them bills cross the dance floor Flip a new stack with no pants on I want the world, I demand for it And I get my own to depend on Like cash a mill, bask a lil I got the check, swing me the bill Shawty in her feels cause I got the skills Got it all on deck, Ima hit the field We ain't touching base, off his ass for real We gon get him out, meet me in the middle We gon leave him stiff, at a standstill Remember when they couldn't stand Sil And now I'm up Smoke me a wood, get me litty Turning my back, need to fix me And they taking shots like I'm Ricky I'm putting a rock on my pinky I need that chicken extra crispy Redhead bitch on the dial, call her Misty Can't pull up on a bike, girl I'm shifty That McLaren is mines, need the six speed Get that 720 for 360, uh I need it loud like the spliffy, uh I'm counting these 100s and 50s, uh But don't make it hot, I get iffy, uh Niggas went silent and ditched me, uh Now I don't need a pound 'less it's LB's I want the music to sell me Tom Ford with a Shelby But ya know I can't fuck w no cobra Lil bitch you been snaking, then slide the fuck over I never ride with no poser I advertise all of them lies on a poster I'm getting live like I'm supposed to Might go to Vegas, win free (Winfrey) money like Oprah Lil shawty come thru, she always let me grope her She sit on this dick, no more space on the sofa It's too many bills I got that call of duty, that's too many kills Fuck if you boo me, your boo show me booty Ya judging like Judy, ya moody for real Now shawty nude in the back of this whip She said hit the gas, Ima zoom for the hills She like what I do on the Mike like a Jackson It seems Billie Jean in the mood for a thrill Smoke me a wood, get me litty Turning my back, need to fix me And they taking shots like I'm Ricky I'm putting a rock on my pinky I need that chicken extra crispy Redhead bitch on the dial, call her Misty Can't pull up on a bike, girl I'm shifty That McLaren is mines, need the six speed Get that 720 for 360, uh I need it loud like the spliffy, uh I'm counting these 100s and 50s, uh But don't make it hot, I get iffy, uh Niggas went silent and ditched me, uh Now I don't need a pound 'less it's LB's I want the music to sell me Tom Ford with a Shelby