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She want Mr. Molly with the Percocet for perfect sex
This ho top, Ivey league
This ho top, Major League
Maybe Wop, maybe maybelline
Maybe Wok, that's what made me
That's what made me, baby
Drugs made me lean
Got too many bitches ho try out and make the team
Hear me talking bout flying spur the Bentley what i mean
Hearing me talk inspired her, i gave her what she need
In the dark, im high as fuck
These bitches is going you don't need no game, just say hi & fuck
Damn this ho don't give no flying fuck
She wanna mix the Molly with the Percocet for perfect sex
Drugs in my body, might be mud in my IV
She like rich hugs
She don't like fake thugs
My ho say she ate, walk in shit getting plated up
Not up for debate, this shit ain't getting played enough
Tell that ho ima keep talking till I say enough
This ho top, Ivey league
This ho top, Major League
Maybe Wop, maybe maybelline
Maybe Wok, that's what made me
That's what made me, baby