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Hmm all facts, yeah
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Yep y'all niggas'll see a nigga
With some money man
Call a nigga big brother, man
Niggas is dick-suckers
Niggas grown ass dick suckers
Need to get some shit together yeah
Huh
Yeah, I don't pay for pussy
Get asked for the free (For the free)
Huh, weak bitch, please, bad bitch, Meech
I just spent one-fifty, man, this Patek clean
Huh, to be exact, one-fifty-three
(One-fifty-three)
Paint a nigga shirt red from a white tee
(That's crazy)
Off White Jordans, I'm a hype beast
(That's crazy)
Tell that bitch I fucked her friends
Even though shе might see
This bitch went and fucked my man
She just likе me
I been fucking with that snow, it got me icy
Choppin' up shit, I'm just like Lee
They like, "Tay you steppin' out
In Gucci" Man, bitch, I might be
Young rich nigga with a bag so they like me
Wonder if I ever go to jail
Will they write me?
Put my hoes in Coco Chanel like I'm Ice T
Got the best head in my life from a Pisces
Can't fuck a bitch that's boring
I like bitches real triflin' (Hm) Hmm
I can't fuck a bitch that's boring
I like bitches real triflin' yeah
I like bitches real nasty
Could give a fuck if you classy
You ain't fuck me in the trap then
You can't fuck me in the mansion
If you ain't pull up on Ashton
You can't come to Calabasas
It's 'bout who have it the longest
Not who get it the fastest
You fuck bitches and love 'em, I
Fuck bitches and pass 'em, Yeah
(Fuck on) huh, yeah
On some shit like that i just fucked her
I ain't know this was yo' bitch like that
(Damn) that shit look good
I ain't know you was that thick like that
(Oh damn) what you bought that ass? How
It get like that? (How it get like that?)
I buy every bitch a bag
'cause I'm rich like that
I got friends fucking friends, yeah
It get like that yeah, shit be fun and games
'til yo' clique get whacked
You be thinkin' you the man
'til yo' bitch get snatched
Tellin' all them gangster stories, man
That shit be cap
What nigga you smacked? What
Nigga you clapped?
You be all on the internet
Postin' all subliminal
I hope you know that one day
We gon' run into you
Bad bitch, see-through shirt, titties visible
You puttin' up with a broke nigga
Living miserable
She got seven bitches in her clique, yeah
I hit a few
She was calling me her best friend
But I hit it too