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Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch

But I might have you some dick you can hold

Thick in the hips but she ain't on shit

She a trip just blowin' my phone

Do what with who

Some brand new shoes go straight to the voicemail tone

Pippin' colder than an iceberg

Hotter than a fuckin' match

Save the story, fuck what you heard

I can't even get attached

Makin' love to the money, bag

Fuckin' up a couple racks

I need my money immediate Fucked up my vision so I can't even see the bitch

Havin' my way with the trick All she really want is dicks

She sendin' me pics Need a bitch, free the bitch

Say that she love me, I plead the fifth I'm eatin' calamari with the rice pilaf

be lucky if she get some tuna fish

You livin' day to day on the internet

Fuck with niggas that really just do this shit

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Might not even have a rhyme for the bitch

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