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Like the cream soda, never need no lemon juice, it's washed up, yeah, she the truth
Am I an offensive man or a defensive man
That's right, I'm neither
Give me two coffee cups, stack them, slice, that's the truth
Like the cream soda, never need no lemon juice, it's washed up, yeah, she the truth
Bring it back, she know her roots
She's a money magnate, she bring it back to her
She bring it back to Buddha boo
She know the truth
I ain't never had to, tell her to make it happen
Yeah, the momma do her due
None contact sport, but I still gotta keep it tool
Cause I'm trying to be the best, and any day you can lose
A lot of ups and downs, but I'm in solid
Yea he talk that ism shit
But at the end of the day, he put me on his wallet
Flexing that little band man that shit weak
I totaled the Benz, and was flexing ten in the same week
I'm too elite
Niggas a podcat warrior, should've left it in the streets
Could be a regular person in the day, but at night, I'm a beast
Just like she was yours up in the day, but at night, she for me
That's Hoover
Should've knew he wasn't no ism
Had you pulling up in Uber's
Ain't gotta try a light five will out do him
See me flexing on the gram and now she under my influence
Give me two coffee cups and that crushed ice cause that's the truth
Like the cream soda, never need no lemon juice
Just watch her stomp yea she the truth
She bring back she know her roots
She's the money magnate, she bring it back to who
She bring it back to Buddha Boo
Give me , two coffee cups with that crushed ice cause that's the truth
Like the cream soda, never need no lemon juice
Just watch her stomp yea she the truth
She bring it back she on know her roots
She's the money magnate, she bring it back to hoes
She bring it back to Buddha Boo