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Gon' hit him up, get it fast on
Talkin' pretty, pull the brittys and went cardiac arrest
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, yeah, uh
I'm so pretty, pull the brittys and went cardiac arrest
Have him met a bitch who don't like me yet
Talkin' bout an ex, man, shit, I'm unimpressed
And that money, she a vampire, bitin' on my neck
Keep sayin' that they will, but haven't caught me yet
Stick to the story, never do a side quest
PTSD got engraved on my flesh
Always get even, put a four on his chest
I ain't never had sex with a bad lil' bitch
She a movie star, wanna shoot another flick
Molly and the lisp, suck my dick up on her wrist
Said they got it, but you know it's counterfeit
Got no shame, I'm a blood
How unclean when I came from the mud
Your bitch ran, so I came in a rush
Short range, got 'em hit, blowin' up busts
Got 14 girls, want 14 more
Can't help shit, I'm a selfish whore
If I could buy a Porsche, bitch, I need tours
Tryna turn bad bitch to a consort
She ask if I'm him, like, bitch, of course
Wonder if I'm the one, bitch, I'm not sure
Don't ask me what the fuck I snort
Don't blame me for the girls I adore
Ayy, uh, fuck what he say, she say
I'ma hit a foul, might need to instant replay
Tip the top, in that A, pussy bitch
Tang, tang, tang, how's the boy? Drizzy, ring my dick, ayy
She my new boo, we on 90 Day Fiancé
Feeling Drake, I might take a bitch to Cheesecake
I'm just joshing, but my pockets getting overweight
Couple years, you gon' see me on the runway
Sticky on my dick, he keep it tucked, uh, uh
What got your ass under my cuts and get you plumped, uh, uh
Like, smokin' who? Got your mans in my blunt, uh, uh
Yeah, I walk up in this bitch, smell like skunk, uh, uh, uh, uh
I want this shit F-R-E-E
Creditreport.com, baby
Got the icky, Vicky, sticky on a squeeze
So you better not run up on me