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Yeah, wait, if you ain't pop, put your stale ass up in the crib I been movin' different and she like it how I live I'm the type to kill the box on a shirt rip I been goin' up, yeah, I'm really, I'm some shit First ho, uh, second ho lit Third ho with me, won't stop me in my dip Fourth ho with me, pass the settie, yes, she will Fifth ho with me, she gon' eat me for the bills Uh-huh, right now, I'm lovin' how it feel I can tell your ass hungry, you tryna eat me like a meal She tryna tell me that's her first time, baby, be for real Not for real, I don't believe that shit, not even a lil' I got way too many hos, not gon' lie, gotta chill Gotta chill, way too many, baby, yo, on my heels Uh-huh, yeah, I love him still I'm kinda toxic, baby girl, I gotta heal My bitch can't look at niggas 'cause I like her mean She a vegetarian, she still like the meat Got a roster full of bitches, you should come to my team I scream, you scream, we scream for ice cream I can't freestyle 'cause I'm a right turd The last girl I brought home, my mama ain't like her I look back at it like, "Damn, you was right, girl" My granny said it's time for me to get me a white girl Uh, I understand it now I got the 30D, they ain't 'bout to stamp it out Big shorts, no belt because we handing them out You see a opp, don't let him pass, nigga, handle it now If you ain't like my recent Instagram post, you a bitch I ain't playin', you just gon' act like you ain't see my shit? If it's a ho around sayin' that my shit little I'ma tell you right now, she never seen this - Bitch, please, bitch, please She ain't fuck the gang, yeah, that shit a pet peeve Shawty show her titties like she got them wet tees Shawty want a copy, ma, go arrest me Like, like, wait, since I was a baby, I'm a chief, I told her do it Shawty on my body, drink me up, she testin' fluids When I kiss or eat her, fuck it, I'm seein' through it Shawty can't do it, I was the mind of where she blew it Somebody pass the Casamigos If you know that, you know that, that turn into a free code I'm Mr. Always Make a Shot, I make my free throws I'm trickin' for my lil' shit, I'm not a cheap ho Somebody pass the Casamigos If you know that, you know that, that turn into a free code I'm Mr. Always Make a Shot, I make my free throws I'm trickin' for my lil' shit, I'm not a cheap ho I don't know about cheap, but I'm cheap as hell Nigga deep thang with me and he cheap as well I know this bitch wanna fuck, 'cause my name ring bells I'm eatin' New York pizza and it's weak as hell Start tellin' rap niggas that shit suck Mo' who be tryna fuck, I told her pick me up When it's dark outside, lock that motherfuckin' window Before I had deep thang, lift me up, slap

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