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Uh, I'ma go stupid on this Pi'erre beatI'm in MiamiI'm in the waterBad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet SkiI turned her Camry to a FerrariBefore I fucked herBitch stop playin' with a rich niggaShe say she ticklishShe get her clit tickledMake her pussy lips giggleFigured this shit out at a young ageTell the opp I'm unfazedPut you on the front pageI got niggas that'll take you out for 1kOne thing for sure, two things for certainlyYou pussy niggas be irkin' meThat's why I get higher than MercuryShe only take her mask off when she slurpin' meUh, yeahDon't jump in that waterif you ain't with the swimmin'Don't open your mouthif you ain't at the dentistDon't shoot at the groundand complain about missin'I'm smokin' that loud, but the Draco be whisperin'I got a silencer on itYou just hear pew pew pew pew pewPut a bug in your earThe size of a hornetGrind from the mornin', to the next mornin'Lay the money down, then have sex on itYeahFuck a broke nigga, flex on 'emBrand new cocaine, never stepped onBall like Rogaine, nigga that's ballin'Bought her nice things, nigga I spoiled herBust down white thing lookin' like TartarAll this rose on, lookin' like a Garden, niggaYeah, Jordan niggaKeep that Tommy with me like I'm Martin, niggaI ain't spittin', I'm barfin' niggaI ain't litty, I'm Arson niggaWoahThey want the lights and the camerasBut they wasn't 'bout all the action (Woah)She love the lights and the camerasShe wants it aggressive not passive (Woah)I flew her out from AtlantaWildin' out, baby a savage (Woah)It's goin' down when them bands upShe throw it back like a classicI can't get caught up in past shitTurn my regrets into ashesI put a Ap in the casketThey runnin' this shitNo PatrickLook I ain't in need of no passesChiefin' on gasWe ain't the sameNo we ain't gon' match itNever been averageWalk into Saks FifthUh, I'ma go stupid on this Pi'erre beatI'm in MiamiI'm in the waterBad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet SkiI turned her Camry to a FerrariBefore I fucked herWoahI turned her Camry to a FerrariBefore I fucked herBitch stop playin' with a rich niggaBefore I fucked herBitch stop playin' with a rich niggaWoahThey want the lights and the camerasBut they wasn't 'bout all the action (Woah)She love the lights and the camerasShe wants it aggressive not passive (Woah)I flew her out from AtlantaWildin' out, baby a savage (Woah)It's goin' down when them bands upShe throw it back like a classicI can't get caught up in past shitTurn my regrets into ashesI put a Ap in the casketThey runnin' this shitNo PatrickLook I ain't in need of no passesChiefin' on gasWe ain't the sameNo we ain't gon' match itNever been averageWalk into Saks FifthI'ma go stupid on this Pi'erre beat(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
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