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I CAN DO THIS ALL NIGHT
ARBR met a south side Shawty, blonde and sippin' on Bacardi
Take her home like she my Barbie, she a gold digger
Yeah we only fuck with cold liquor
Call me grim the way I make her fucken soul shiver
Bunch of sinners bitching sinners for sinning fucken different
Pointing fingers at a mirror like it makes a fucken difference
Aint no saviors in this bitch, we just pimps up in the business
I'm my own fucken record I aint talking bout no Guinness
Yeah now let me finish
Called myself a record now my head is fucken spinning
Down myself a bottle if I wanna feel like winning
Now I'm pinning down a model from the first to ninth inning
Fuck it, Imma take this shit to overtime
Tell the boss imma need to get an extra dime
I aint talking no cash bitch I'm talking fat ass
Get me two girls ill leave them both with broken spines
ARBR met a south side Shawty, she gon' black out in the Rari
Someone get this bitch a coffee, heading back out
All the G's make her pass out
Call me Kahbib cuz I'm making bitches tap out
Some chick asked me for a flick, got her man to take the picture
Now he clutching down his fist, looking salty like his dinner
But that bitch was like a six, I aint tryna fucken take her
If I hit up on her line, she'll suck dick an hour later
Take a stand, aint no stopping me
Hit him with a left right left right uppercut
Aint no way of stopping me
Could talk it through but you wont have a clue
That you have no jaw to talk to me
Never saying sorry, if i see you at a party
You better be ready to drop the mits
Yeah i said it wont forget it, turn your face into spaghetti
Leave it messy like confetti, or unsteady like I'm Freddy
Man I'm frozen like a Yeti, and I'm bopping like I'm Betty
Call you girl a trap queen, guess that makes me fucken Fetty