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Yeah, everybody with me got motion, duhMoshpit, baby, open it up (yeah, yeah)Five in the morning, open the club (let's go)Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (fuckin' it up)Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (real mud)She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dubWent around the world, all I needed was a buzz (oh, yeah)Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plugQuestion of the day, do I still sell drugs?(Do what?)Yeah-yeah, motherfucker, what you want? Pull upI done had the baddest of the baddest put up (okay)Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (on God)Every time it time to handle business, stood up (stacked)Nigga think he runnin' off with mine, good luckShe know she the one, but I barely even call (yeah)Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dogAll fly shit, you won't catch her in the mallReal dream team, each set huggin' ballTwenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walkBillion dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talkStreets love me, ain't never fallin' offBought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em offClaim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (ooh)You ain't nothin' to a real hitterfuck your life (lil' boy)All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right (oh, yeah)Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (oh, yeah)Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (oh, yeah)Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice(oh, yeah, oh, yeah)Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (yes, sir)Can't be fucked with, my slogan, yeah (yes, sir)Trap house bunkin', that's Brodie (that's Brodie) , yeahMake another hundred, I'm focused (I'm focused) , yeahShawty rockin' with me, she a whole packWhite shit, thick like Doja CatFuckin' up the money, you wrong for that (stupid)Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)You don't know another nigga like this, I'm himI ain't fuckin' with these bitches, fell back, they weirdTop tier women, I done had 'em on film (I tried)My brothers my brothers, I don't got no family (family)Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a finCross that line, shit, not gon' end (I ain't lyin')I done t'd up, took my first lil' tenShe was ridin' in the Ubertill I put her in the Benz (big dog)Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (you want)Cocaine water, baking soda in the spot (whip up)Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' outGoin' baby land crazy, six thousand a pop (come trim)Whole lot of hatin', niggas hopin' that you flopOl' broke-ass nigga, you need to go and get a job (broke)Knowin' that your bitchesstart workin' with the cops (ain't stop)Talkin' to these bitches, that's the reason he got robbedClaim to be a player, but I fucked your wife (ooh)You ain't nothin' to a real hitterfuck your life (lil' boy)All she want, a young nigga to fuck her right (oh, yeah)Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (oh, yeah)Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice (oh, yeah)Middle fingers in the air, fuck ya twice(oh, yeah, oh, yeah)Fuck ya twice, PI tell ya (hahaha) , tell ya
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