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I don't even Gotta tell this Bitch Twin
Oh it's dope put it back in my bag you chasing a bitch or a bag
Brody broke and he ain't having no hoes
That's why he be waking up mad
These rappers be hopping dick to dick in reality they really trash
I'm in the VIP literally state to state excuse my jet lag
Got me pouring up Fanta in the peachstate
I ain't serving up shit I'm a cheapskate
I'll send that boy off for a cheesecake
No diddy tell the boy just be great
In the jungle I'm Nigo that's big ape
Nigga fuck what they saying boy crime pay
Big bear with the Louis like kanye
What Simon say do what I say
I'm so Retro with this I might hit my bitch on a 2way
Told her bring two that's for the foreplay
My hitter don't care what the lord say
Gotta hit it with your wrist want more pape
I ain't never going out the divorce way
We'll bring the drums out for the horseplay
2k's call em Kendall and Kylie
Know when it come to getting that bag you know we respected highly
Ain't killing them soft but kindly
Got face card fuck is a id
On god when I walk in this bitch I bet my niggas right behind me
Know we respected highly got face card fuck is a id
I'm the man in this bitch no tucan Sam boi watch your wrist
Ima walk in loaded boi this ain't no plane I ain't checking shit
When I'm with Yoo main hoe the only time I stop and frisk
If you see me out ain't shit to talk about boi ask ya bitch
Go Ask that Bitch
Real Double O shit You already know how we rockin
Got face card fuck is a id
Got face card fuck is a id