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We get all slutty, that's natural
Ten pints in, that's factual
Margiela step on Adderall
Make shit burn like alcohol
Yeah, might put a Wock' in alkaline
I been geeked on central time
Took me a tab and a half, now everything look like Adventure Time
It's in me, it's in me, it's in me (It's in me)
It's in me, it's in me, it's in me
With Whitney, I had to go Whitney
I don't stash in the pills, it's plenty
She never been flew out, she timid
I'm still gon' turn her, like Timmy
I still avoid all venting, three hoes, we ride by thе chimney
Like it simple
Glocks for all of thе members
Tall ass bitch, Imma chop like timber
"What is her name?" No, I don't remember, I think It was Amber
Straight to the cleaners, Balenci', Bottega sittin' all up in the hamper
Fuckin' this bitch named rose, grip on her head just like Amber
Yeah, we got too many poles, you can't get close just like Stanford
Scotty 2 Hotty, she turned up and [?]
I went to Nino and spent yo deposit
Bankin' on me, I done tripled the profit
He ain't like me, I done leather'd my Prada
[?], 'cause they know I'm the mayor
Wocky with cream, this shit taste like the fair
Smashed her in fashion week, left her in Soho
Paid that lil' invoice, that shit a joke
Artist with this shit, will pour up with po'
Fuck that lil' sto', got that shit at the crib
She out with the gang, that bitch live in that Leer
Six hundred dollar shit live in my lid
With my two brothers, a threepeat
She went GA just to see me
Turn up the crowd and I repeat
Niggas with attitude, this shit is easy