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Oh, yeah (Yeah)HeyOh, manDababyFirzt on the track(Woo, Sosa)Big racks (Yeah) , boss up (Boss up) , baller (Mm) , cross up (Cross up)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Yeah, yeahHad to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bagHad to pull up on her with the bag bagHoppin' out, I gotBig racks, boss up (Ayy) , baller (Yeah) , cross up (Cross up)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)These bad hoes all gettin' slayedYeah, yeahHad to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)Had to pull up on her with the bag bagI'm jumping out mix-match, big racksLol, I got the last laughBitch act like she wan' know my whole pastYeah, we hittin' licks, split it right down the middleThey run up on me, tell 'em, "Back, back"Got a whole lotta enemies, I keep a pistolThat's a rubber band 'round the dirty cashNigga run up on me, bet he gon' get his issueAnd tell him can get his bitch backGot him, bent her over eatin' gumbo and gimboI won't call her back, I won't even reconsiderI got too much baby on me, baby, I'm trippin'Count up the check, I'ma hop out the Yeah, I know she love me, gotta act like I miss herEven though I'm on another wave nowWe back at the table to top off the skrillaHoppin' out I gotBig racks (Yeah) , boss up (Boss up) , baller (Mm) , cross up (Cross up)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Yeah, yeahHad to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bagHad to pull up on her with the bag bagHoppin' out, I gotBig racks, boss up (Ayy) , baller (Yeah) , cross up (Cross up)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)These bad hoes all gettin' slayedYeah, yeahHad to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)Had to pull up on her with the bag bagCelebration, celebration (For real)I took your bitch I want a trophyI'm never chasin', never chasin' (Ayy)When you got the bag they bust it open (For real)Saw me swaggin', now it's over (Ayy)Hate to say I told you but I told you (Yeah)Woulda thought they had me under pressureI'm never my losing my composure (Hey, nah)You ain't gotta like it but you gon' respect itGot some racks out the air for the time I invest it (Ayy)Pull up with big B's, I hop out that beamer (Skrr, skrr)My life just needed a little correctionWhole time I don't want no favorsAnd in my position put in no effortCan't trust these hoes, no, they all recklessI was down bad, we took up the levelBitch, now I gotBig racks (Yeah) , boss up (Boss up) , baller (Mm) , cross up (Cross up)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Yeah, yeahHad to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bagHad to pull up on her with the bag bagHoppin' out, I gotBig racks, boss up (Ayy) , baller (Yeah) , cross up (Cross up)These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)These bad hoes all gettin' slayedYeah, yeahHad to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)Had to pull up on her with the bag bag (Pull up)
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