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Let's go (yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat? Ah, nah)You know it's baby, nigga, hahahaHah(Oh Lord, jetson made another one), haShe wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (yeah)Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to driveWe in suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (let's go)Fill 'em with vibes (yeah), get in and ride (yeah, yeah)And no, a nigga not blind (uh-uh)But I keep the stick and I'm firin' (bitch)I ain't met a nigga in lifeThat's fuckin' with me, say he did, then he lyin' (mmh, mmh)Got so many vibes stuffed in the carWe can fuck them hoes six at a time (no cap)I make them hoes say: That nigga so fine (ooh)Girl, he got the dick you can feel in your spine (yeah)Yeah, that what they say about babyYou know that them bitches don't play about babyBaby should go run for presidentLook what God did, took his time with me (yeah, yeah)Got a red and white ho like a peppermint (ooh)Book the hotel, take the vibes inShe gon' fuck me and fuck on my brethren (uh)My brother 'nem, havin' three hoes in the king sizeI ain't finished yet (mmh), get another bitch (mmh)Got her ridin' dick and screamin', yeehaw (mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh)Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (huh?)Did a handstand, I'm like: Wow, girl (okay, okay)Got me fuckin' her upside-down (ooh, mmh), baow, baowYeah, we goin' dumb, say she wanna cum (mmh)I'm lookin' like: When? She lookin' like: NowSome more came in, say they want it tooI tagged in my brother, bitch, I'm out (bye), I knowShe wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh, yeah)I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (yeah)Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to driveWe in suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (let's go)She wanna fuck on me, but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (yeah)Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to driveWe in suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (look)Let's get on a jet (yeah), come give me some neck (yeah, yeah)She ain't pickin' up (huh?), and her nigga just called, she gon' send him a textI don't need no doc', bitch, you know I'm a dog, better send me the vetEver made you a million? I tell 'em: Riddle me that, ain't offended me yetMy bitch drink bacardi, I'm in this bitch feelin' like 'set (okurr), quarter mil' on my neckOne-point-two on the crib, four hundred thou' on the whip, dickin' down your lil' bitchI'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe (zoom)Pull up, make the doors raise the roof (yeah)Louis v army fatigue (yes, sir)Hop out with a pole like a troop (yeah, get in there)Baby ray allen from three (swish)You leave me open, I shoot (baow, baow)We like martin and pam at the hotel (uh)We kickin' hoes out, get the boot (mmh)These hoes catchin' bodies, they 'bout it (yeah)We having new vibes in the lobby (new vibes)That's wherever we go, ain't no problem (no problem)I just told a bitch no, she was childish (bye)Pulled up likeShe wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (yeah)Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to driveWe in suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes
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