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Bless the flu, God
Loco got the flu
Not from Indiana , I was getting fevers
He said I got excuses, I don't wanna see her
Do you want a tote or a double C bag,
Got cinco bitches, give me head like
Chad
Thirty-three shots in this cup, like I'm Pat Ewing
Tryna run me out the Louis store
I ain't done choosin,
Bitch, you know you see me in L.A
I'm a big bruin,
I don't care whatever it is ima get thru it,
Feel like meek my bitch a meal
Ten bitches on me in Miami Tyrek Hill
Grabbin' on the dick out in public I'm like chill
Spread her legs like can you eat it with your grills
Want some bands got a Coldplay Double back in it, no way
Red bottoms when she out, I step in Dolce
Why you went ghost it's been like four days
She said my rizz smooth like Gio
Bottle whoopin ass it's like 3-0
Bad yellow bone and she Creole
Use to have a big entourage now I'm 4 deep
Feel like I'm rio, hit my yung for the OG
Hadda tell 'em like this, they miss the old me
Like a fighter tryna clinch, you can't hold me
Good liq in yo cup you said that Molly Got you goin Brazy
Slang dick in her everytime yeah I'm goin' crazy
Off shoulder mini, she like Alexander Wayne
I been blowin' major when I think about this pain
Ma neva shy when she horny she gone get the glizzy
All my bitches boujee she give groupie I can't do a pick me
Send me all your pics, I said, bet, she gon' show me 50
Not A Dj apologize it was the envy in me