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Wait, Stupid Dog rell On The Track
Top down, ridin' through Miami, late night
(Skrrt) leave in a minute, fuck around
Miss my flight (Miss my flight)
I been getting head all night
She said she got a nigga, that's alright
Don't call my phone asking
'bout a dog price (Brrt)
'Cause I'ma hit your ass with the TEC's
Put the oowop on that
Throw the condom on her back
I'm in the trenches with them racks
If you wanna join the gang, boy
You gotta get a hat (Brrt)
Put a switch on the Glock, it
Don't go, "Bow", it go, "Brrat"
Crossed a nigga off the dribble
Then I pulled that bitch from half
Double crossed the same nigga, hahaha
Niggas mad (Ha ha ha)
Triple crossed a nigga mans
He ain't learn from his mistake
I want head, she won't stay, I got bread
She got cake (Whew, whew)
Put my house by the lake, no
I don't do no dates
Bitch, this a turtle race
Put diamonds in the face (Whew)
Told Hutch I'm on the way, I don't owe
I'ma pay get me guns where I lay
It be chops all in my face
(It be chops all in my face, out my face
Nigga) slapped the shit out of a bitch
Put a ho right in her place
I'm drivin' fast in this
Jeep, it's three o'clock, who wanna race?
She moved out of state
She want a clean slate (Mwah)
Bitch, I got on a McQueen shirt, Dior
This ain't Celine
None of this shit make-believe
I paid two thousand for my jeans
I paid two thousand for this lean
Can't wait to pour it up
Paid eighty thousand for this watch
That's why I hold it up
It's gang over everything
That's why I throw it up
Skrrt right off on a bitch
I can't let her hold me up
I'm sippin' on this Chinese Fanta
I think it's coconut
Yeah
I think it's coconut, think she wanna fuck
Think she like the bucks, like the icy Chucks
Hope she don't think I'ma wife her up
Slob on my nuts, wet nap
Gon' head and wipe it up
My sneaky link ain't really sneaky
She want everybody to know
Got the bands, she like a roll
Take a nigga out his glow
Send your nigga to the store
Got these ho's under control
Got these ho's off of Patrón
I don't know how they getting home
New Amiri jeans with the
Playboy bunnies on 'em when I'm in LA
I be hanging with the bunny hunters
I'ma keep shittin' on these niggas
For a hundred summers
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck you right now
I don't want your number
Chrome Heart shirt, Christian hoodie on
Guess I'm holy i spent eighty on a Rollie
I just went through a box of Trojans
My pet peeve is bitches fucking
Niggas with no emotion (Dummy)
She asked me to pay her rent this month
I think she trollin' (Fool)
Starin' at my jewelry is like
Starin' in the ocean (Splash)
All these diamonds covering my
Body like some lotion
I bought this Chinese Fanta
'bout to hit it with the potion
(Ha, ha, ha)