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And I can't do my dance 'cause my pants leatherThey from FranceI can't slow this(I'm working on dying)Yeah, no, I can't slow itFast paced all the time (Yeah, one, two, three, yeah)Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, tenShe ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstandI can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, badI stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah)Yeah, what is mine? That is yoursYou can't hold my glam, yes, I own my glamStacking this paper, you know that I get it upI can't be broke againTalkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it upHeadshot soak his mansMy choppa get hot just like a panKnock your headlights just like a ramI got ten toes and I count up, ten fingersSo I do not need an un-helping handMonopoly crib, I'm movin' againGot your bitch on me, she groovin' again (Let's go)Lamborghini just give them a reason to hateSo my niggas shootin' againMy coupe, my roof, drop that shit againShe sucked my dick then she mopped up my friendNo, we do not wanna feel tooth againWhen she let me go, I'm on the loose againShe on the molly, she tryna boot againShe ain't even mine, this girl is a lendI prayed every time when I thought you sinnedI write in my mind, I don't use a pen (Yeah, yeah)She givin' me time, my watch cost a Lam'Just give me more time, other watch cost a Benz (Yeah, yeah)Look at Lil Uzi, he poppin' againThem niggas, they switchin', they hoppin' again (Yeah)Look at them niggas, they oppin' againShe give me that top and she sloppin' again (Woah)Look at his album, it's floppin' againNot takin' a brick, I'm not stoppin' again (Yeah, woah, yeah)Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten (Let's go)She ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstand (Let's go, let's go)I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad (Woah, woah)I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah)Yeah, what is mine? That is yoursYou can't hold my glam, yes, I own my glamStackin' this paper, you know that I get it upI can't be broke againTalkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it upHeadshot soak his mansWoah, spent a hundred thousand on a brand new pointer choker (Woah)Automatic gun's got a motorI can feel that shit in my shoulder (Woah)Brand new watch cost a quarterAnd you know it's flooded in waterYou know every day I'm gettin' olderBut I'm young enough for your daughter (Let's go)And you know my neck is flooded in boulders (Boulders)Gettin' money, yeah, that's my quota (Quota)Even though Lil Uzi gettin' older (Older)Know I'm young enough for your daughter (Yeah)Everytime I'm in my mind, I focus (Woah)She give me head, hypnosis (Yeah)Talkin' 'bout the love can't hold me (Woah)Talkin' 'bout the guap can't fold meUh, uh, talkin' 'bout "You're mine, " no, you don't own meYeah, just take your time, and gotta be colderYeah, it's on my mind and they just know me (Know me)Yeah, fast-paced all the time and I can't slow it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, tenShe ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstandI can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, badI stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah)Yeah, what is mine? That is yoursYou can't hold my glam, yes, I own my glamStacking this paper, you know that I get it upI can't be broke againTalkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it upHeadshot soak his mans (Lil Uzi)Hello? Hello? Where am I?I've never seen nothing like this, the fuck is all this?Hello? Yo?
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