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I popped a couple mollies |
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Then I hopped in that ferrari |
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With a couple ratchet *******es, all they wanna do is party |
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Got like 4 grams in my blunt (My blunt) |
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Promethazine in my cup (My cup) |
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Couple 808s in my trunk |
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I'm a bossy *******, so wassup! |
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I tell 'em, ******* you ain't got *******t on me |
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Queen D, yeah the crown only fit on me |
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That's why your man wanna feel on me |
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He ******* you, his mind still on me |
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Tell these *******es sorry, I don't really mean to tamper |
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And I'm too legit to quit, you can't touch it, MC Hammer |
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I got *******es who got *******es, they more badder than your *******es |
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And we hopped up in that party, let me call up some more *******es |
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Now we got that party bouncing, hittin' switches, hittin switches' |
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And you talkin' like you did this |
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But I lit this, you can witness |
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Now we turnt up and you turnt out |
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We burn it up and you burnt out |
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I'm caked up with my cakes out |
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And you eat that *******t |
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One more time? |
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Now we turnt up and you turnt out |
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We burn it up and you burnt out |
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I'm caked up with my cakes out |
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And you eat that *******t - Lil Debbie |
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[Hook: X2] |
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(I tell 'em) *******, you ain't got *******t on me |
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You ain't got *******t on me (You know it) |
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*******, you ain't got *******t on me |
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You ain't got *******t on me |
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I tell 'em *******, you ain't got *******t on me |
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You ain't got *******t on me, ******* you ain't got *******t on me |
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Queen D, yeah the crown only fit on me |
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[Verse 2] |
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They call me the baddest ******* |
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Lil Debbie got cakes like Trina |
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Might be rollin' off that molly |
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I'm still rollin' with that nina |
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Got like 4 hoes on my low pros |
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So we lookin' out for them pot holes |
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******* in the back keep my cup filled |
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******* in the front got my pot rolled |
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******* you ain't got *******t on me! |
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That's word to the 510 |
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Bay City everywhere I go |
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These *******es stay mad I know |
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Up talkin' that bossy *******t |
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I be movin' like bosses do |
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White Range, Black Range |
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I'm so fly I could floss for two |
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Gold all on my neck, chrome all on my ride |
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Os all on my check |
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*******, don't kill my vibe |
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Pop bottles in the VIP |
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All yall *******es outside |
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10 hoes wanna leave with me |
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Tell them hoes, "lets ride." |
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We got *******es that got *******es that more ratchet than your *******es |
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And your *******es want my *******es, so you leavin' with no *******es |
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Yeah we turnt up and you turnt out |
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We burnin' up and you burnt out |
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I'm caked up with my cakes out |
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And you eat that *******t - Lil Debbie |
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[Hook: X2] |
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(I tell 'em) *******, you ain't got *******t on me |
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You ain't got *******t on me (You know it) |
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*******, you ain't got *******t on me |
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You ain't got *******t on me |
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I tell 'em *******, you ain't got *******t on me |
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You ain't got *******t on me, ******* you ain't got *******t on me |
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Queen D, yeah the crown only fit on me |
