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Pussy niggas actin' like they had shit
All these bitches actin' they never had shit
I got a bad bitch, she she always had shit
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin'
Catch that slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this expensive
We can just like Randy Savage
My jewelry as cold as an
The kush I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it it's a war house
All your bitches that's busted, they live in house
What goes up, down, my nigga, north south
I done ran up them M's without a now
She done up her game, Christian couture now
These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't it now
I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my now

Hopped out my bed and hopped right in a
don't get close, this a mothafuckin' warning
Suck dick good, I'm the mothafuckin' warden
She runnin' from my weed like it farted
She don't swallow so I put it on her neck
I beat that pussy up, she loud as a
I got 1 but only 10 in the bank
I taste a sample, I buy if it's dank
I cook fishscale, and sang to her at the time like Tank
I was born in '91, 23 years old, with a whole lotta
(5 mothafucka)
Baby can you feel my
All my diamonds need to be
I got a bitch that's gon' bang
And I got racks up, I complain
And all my dogs, they're dirty, for mange
And all I gotta do is your brains
And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, gone hang
Who said you was straight? Boy you to be retained

Pussy niggas actin' like they had shit
All these bitches actin' like they never had
I got a bad bitch, she she always had shit
All these flawless diamonds, they're lookin' glassy
that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this fabric
We can wrestle just like Randy
My jewelry as as an attic
The that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it like a war house
All your bitches that's busted, they in your house
What goes up, down, my nigga, north south
I done ran up them M's without a now
She done up her game, Christian couture now
niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
I swear to God pursuin' at all my shows now

the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on
Walk in the and I cut the lights on
Why you like that? Cause I ain't ever had shit
This that real nigga PaperWrap, YSL
Never a bitch but I love money
In the payin' my tithes with drug money
and got a new plug, got mama a new house
And a couple new coupes, that's how a young live
bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill
Top floor, penthouse, crackin' seals
Them Houston niggas be like, "That nigga trill"
Them New York niggas say "That young ill"
My always told me dress to kill
My uncle always me pack the steel
That Thugger, that's my mothafuckin' brotha
From a motherfuckin' other, I'ma show you how to make
The is you mad at?
Got your dancin' all in my spot with no panties
I said, "Bitch your mothafuckin' man at?
Fuck that, where your friends at?"
Sold 50 p's, hold it, to bag it
little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it
Pull up in a new drop, thang nasty
Mama call all my big booty trashy

Pussy niggas actin' like never had shit
All these bitches actin' like they never had
I got a bad bitch, she said she had shit
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're glassy
that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this expensive
We can wrestle just like Savage
My jewelry as cold as an
The kush I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war
All your bitches that's busted, live in your house
goes up, come down, my nigga, north south
I done ran up them M's without a now
She done stepped up her game, couture now
These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't it now
I swear to God they're at all my shows now