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Yuh, ayoAyoI put the feline in my hair, looking like a cheetah petAnd you know they getting green if a flower on they neckIf a flower on they neck hit Clancy on the textI ain't tryna check a bag, can we get another jet?I ain't gassin' niggas up, but that fuel is 50 grandPassionfruit in D. R. , had me dripping in the sandNew nigga from New YorkI'ma give him sticky handsSticky fingers from the greenJasper playing with them gramsThey was playing at the Gramm'sone nom ain't enoughI'm a make sure that that shit ain't happening again, yuhGolf boys, it's them golf boysIn that 12 seater wings looking like a hawk boyGetting to the paper better re-up on the chalkboardBecause the student turned into the teacherDon't talk boy, class in session1 through 5, I'm a 7I'm a god nigga ask your reverendAnd that crib in Bel-Air is heavenHot-coco outta chinas nigga pass the beverage, yuhComme Des on that hombreHaters with the long faceNew whip is Pirelli tired like a long dayBig dollars, the scent PradaSkinny nigga also big poppa, women they adore meIf you see me out in public, no pictures don't record meI don't really fuck with y'all nigga, selfish at the orgy, uhBitchOne takeYuh
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