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No worries about the paper |
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I ain’t getting raked, though |
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All about this payroll, being me is the label |
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Hopping out a fly ************t, we ain’t carrying what they do |
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Here I’m full of ************es, here I’m both glistens |
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She wanna orally inherit little ******s |
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I’m in a lair in the air with your missus |
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It’s the trice game, you know we about to bang |
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[Hook] |
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Og up in this mother******, hah |
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Obie up in the mother******, hah |
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We got that heat up in this mother****** |
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Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang |
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Got the flame young boy then fired up |
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Got them thangs young boy, we about up |
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Long as the feds ain’t got you ******s wide up |
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Cooperation with them people got you tied up |
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Literally tied up, rocket in the cup |
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We in the club ******, turning ************t up |
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I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows |
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After that, y’all know what follows, bang |
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My ******s giddy up and against the law |
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D boys, who give a ************t, we got legitimate decoys |
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We in this ************ like a fetal position |
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Don’t like the …coition, |
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When you’re piecing the missing |
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Know that she in submission |
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On her knees in the kitchen |
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Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing |
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Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine |
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When she speak about leaving, |
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I might just turn up the system, bang! |
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[Hook] |
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Og up in this mother******, hah |
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Obie up in the mother******, hah |
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We got that heat up in this mother****** |
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Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang |
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We ain’t worried about money, we getting ours up |
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Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up |
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With local broads, after hours involves us |
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Y’all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left |
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The next city, she wanna connect with me |
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Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply |
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Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit |
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That shook girls get naked |
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You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it |
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Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it |
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It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it |
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The American dream, get money! |
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see us coming, faces turn ugly |
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I don’t let it bug me, you still my little butted |
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Still, ******s turn ill |
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Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang! |
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[Hook] |
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Og up in this mother******, hah |
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Obie up in the mother******, hah |
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We got that heat up in this mother****** |
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Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang. |